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Monday, January 17, 2011

A Daddy's Grief

He painted such a vivid picture for me with his words.  He said it is like being stuck in an elevator with no electricity.  The dark is deep and complete.  The water of grief is pouring in from the top.  At first he thought he could find the buttons and get the elevator to open... to escape the torrent.  But the buttons don't work, and in the dark the pummeling water is rushing down on his face and head.  The elevator is almost full now.  The last of the air is disappearing rapidly.  Blackness.  Trapped.  Drowning.  Grief.

A friend of mine who lost a child shared with me that in the midst of her agony she felt Jesus was asking her a question.  As He had asked the disciples in John 6, she heard Him in her heart saying, "You do not want to leave me, too, do you?"  And she said all she could respond was like Peter, "Lord. to whom else shall I go?  You have the words of eternal life.  I believe and know that you are the Holy One of God." 

To whom else shall we go?

Where can I go from your Spirit?  Where can I flee from your presence?  If I go up to the heavens, you are there; if I make my bed in the depths, you are there.  If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea, even there your hand will guide me, your right hand will hold me fast.  If I say, "Surely the darkness will hide me and the light become night around me,"  even the darkness will not be dark to you; the night will shine like the day, for darkness is as light to you.  Psalm 139: 7-12

The depths.  The sea of grief.  The darkness.   

To whom else shall we go?

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