Dear friends, sometimes I wonder who in the world wants to deal with so much grief…Why spend most of my adult life seeing, hearing, feeling such devastating sadness and loss through a grief ministry? Believe it or not, I am actually a very hopeful, joyful person. How is it possible to live life so fully and abundantly with such brokenness and grief around me all these years? Let me tell you what a difference HOPE makes…
HOPE is What Helps Us Hang on
When my young husband died at the age of 37, I knew I desperately needed help to keep going with four children to raise. There was a Grief Support group at a local hospital. Grief support was not so available as it is today. We met once a week. This mixed group included those who had lost spouses, children, parents, friends, siblings from all types of deaths. It was a very informal group and not necessarily a Christ-centered group. As you can imagine, it was a pretty sad room of people. As I journaled and hung on to the Lord through my grief, I eventually thought about quitting the group but was hit with the sad thought of where hope would come from in this group if I left. So I stayed—holding out HOPE to those who were drowning in grief.
What HOPE Looks Like
To one who is reeling from the reality of the death of a loved one, at first hope can seem like a tiny fragile thread to hang on to. Little do they know how precious and mighty that tiny strand grows as they hang on through the crashing waves. Hope can appear out of the darkness of the valley of the shadow of death through a hopeful friend who is consistently there yet doesn’t try to take their grief away…through a quiet hug that says I am with you through the pain…a simple yet profound promise of God like “I am with you always”…a very personal reassurance like through a dream, a bird, a song, a flower blooming, finding a note from your loved one (I’ve heard so many through the years). Hope can come out through an unexpected laugh or genuine smile when you thought it would never happen to you again…
HOPE Leads You Home
After 25 plus years, I have watched the sweetest individual stories unfold before me. I may have started at the chapter of broken hearts and devastation, but I have had the honor to just be there, holding out hope, until a new joy is born. I know I did nothing but be there through a weekly group, and now–through an online group and an interactive book—all which point to HOPE. It is when people hold on to that fragile appearing HOPE that I get to see new life begin to bloom again. Jesus is the strand that leads us home. The more we hold on to Him, the more we realize that strand of hope is unbreakable. Jesus is our Way. He leads us through the valley of the shadow of death to a lovely bright road all the way Home. Then our HOPE is no longer needed for we will live in the reality of God’s love for all eternity. There is nothing more joyful to hope for.