“…Weeping may stay for the night but
joy comes in the morning. You have turned my mourning into dancing for me.
You have removed my sackcloth, and
clothed me with gladness, To the end that my heart may sing praise to you,
and not be silent. Yahweh my God, I will give thanks to you forever! (Psalm 30:
5, 11-12 WEB)
Fog wrapped the lake into a giant box. A
sheet of gray blocked the sunrise and blue sky. Little by little, a solemn
light overcame the darkness.
White egrets fished along the shore.
Birds sang delightful melodies. A flock of turkeys meandered across the lawn.
Golden needles dropped from cypress trees. Blurry trees reflected on the lake.
No major changes occurred overnight. But fog muted colors, sounds, and joy.
Like the early morning fog, grief
muted my life. Sadness replaced laughter. Remembering brought heartache. Tears
took the place of smiles. It kept me from appreciating gifts in the present.
Enjoying life seemed disloyal.
Step by step, the fog lifted.
Brightness and joy returned. Memories merged with new experiences. Though
different from before, life was more normal.
But like the dawn fog, grief
occasionally returns and closes in. Thankfully, its duration and intensity have
lessened. When it does capture me, I am learning to accept it and go on. No
longer does it hold me captive for long periods of time. Each ambush reminds me
of the pain but also the healing.
Father, you have been with me in the
grief and in the gladness. Thank you for turning my mourning into joy. Amen
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