Psalm 61:2Lead me to the rock
that is higher than I
She took a stroll in the early morning dark. The sun was slowly bringing something of a misty glow into the first day of December.
She took a deep inhale a breath that sometimes felt so hard to do. She felt the loss nip her heart like the cool bite of the morning air. Christmas songs and decorations once more took her by surprise.
How quickly that year rolled round.
She quickened her steps gazing along the road to work noticed the berries and the birds.
She knew she had to push through hard moments like these.
She knew she could.
It doesn’t stop the missing and the memory but diversions are good and work will give her that.
It cannot be rushed through or designed .
It’s just simply Grief.
It’s the cost of loving and sharing many moons together.
It came to me the words scribed long ago in holy writ that in my moments of overwhelming emotions I’m led to the rock that is higher than I .
What is so beautiful that the season of anguish is the season of great joy too. She feels it as the shepherds gather and the angels chorus rock the world. She deeply knowing that He loves her immeasurably and aware how Jesus is bringing joy to the hurting heart of this world that needs hope and the relationship that can be all that. Surely He comes small into our world because he comes in pursuit of us.
Joy unspeakable full of glory
Love that fills all voids
One perfect love