My facebook news feed this week has been full of sad things. Stories of people going through so much pain, such grief. It seems that the older I get, the sadder the world is. I know it’s been this way all along. But now, without my parents or my own self-absorption to shield me from it, I am realizing some of what it truly means to live in a sin-cursed world.
Sometimes I look at this blog and think just how insignificant it really is when there are people fighting cancer, watching their children suffer, making life and death decisions for their loved ones, sending spouses off to fight, planning funerals for people who shouldn’t have died.
What difference does a trip to the pumpkin patch make?
How can I intrude upon the world with my little meaningless ramblings when so many are experiencing so much pain?
It feels so shallow to post pictures of my daughter just being cute right above someone’s urgent prayer request for a dying friend.
I don’t have the answers. I never have. I have walked through the valley of the shadow of death. I know that I will walk through it again. I do not understand why God leads us through that valley.
I do not understand why He leads us to mountain peaks, either.
My sweet bloggy friend Sharon is hosting a joy party on her blog today. I have struggled trying to reconcile my own joy in the light of the grief and sadness so many I know are experiencing. I don’t know if I can, honestly.
But I think that God brings us joy to remind us that heaven is waiting. Heaven, with no more tears, no more sorrow, no more pain, no more goodbye.
Heaven, where even if we still don’t understand, we will be able to look at Him and I honestly don’t think our understanding will matter much.
Heaven where our bodies will not feel the curse of sin, the sting of death, because those things have been swallowed up in VICTORY.
Maybe He gives us joyful times to keep us through the dark times. Maybe He gives us joy to remind us of Him. To show us His love. To teach us that we can trust Him.
I don’t know what tomorrow holds. My family, my home, my children, my friends– they are not really mine. They are God’s, and He will do what He wills. And no matter what happens, I will be able to remember the joyful gifts that He has given, and savor those sweet memories.
So here are some sweet, sunshine moments between Bubs and my mom– Just for the Joy of It.
Whatever season you are in– whether you are walking through the valley of shadows or basking in the sunshine or laboring somewhere in between, I pray that you will find joy today.
Stop by Sharon’s blog for more stories of joy.