Cling
It has been a day of emotional upheaval. I feel undone – “unsewn” in my soul. It rained the better part of the day and I wept alongside it. No one can really tell you how you will deal with grief. No one can tell on what days you will come apart at the seams of your life. It just happens and well, there you are.
The rain stopped suddenly this afternoon and a blaze of sunshine bathed the woods in light. I walked among the trees and everywhere there were drops of rain clinging to the branches. Each reflected the light as they danced tenuously almost in mid air. I breathed in the beauty.
Is this a picture of what it means to cling to the Lord- to hope? Do we all reflect his goodness when we hold onto him in our pain? Yes, I think so. And, in so doing we all become a forest of brilliance that cannot be hushed by the dark days.
We shine.
Yes, I am undone but I will cling to hope. I will cling to what I know is true. I will cling to the Lord. And the best part? I am not really clinging. I am being held.
And so are you.
Psalm 63:7,8 ~”Because you are my help, I sing in the shadow of your wings. I cling to you; your right hand upholds me.”
Forest of Brilliance
Shine
3 Comments
Thank you for this.
Mary Anne, loved your words, the rich imagery. So thankful for our God who brings light and hope even on the darkest days, and cradles us when we feel that life is falling apart. Though my parents have been gone a long time, my fresh grief is over our son, his prodigal life. I look for glimpses of hope. Thanks for your posts.
Blessings to you Gracia. I am sorry for your pain. I pray the Lord brings your prodigal home.