Peace in the storm. We hear about this concept usually when life has thrown us a sucker punch and the very air we breathe has been knocked out of us. When the unexpected and upsetting occurs we are reminded that Yahweh is our peace in the storm. I know He is mine.
Can I be transparent? Life has been some serious hills and valleys the last few months. Health issues, friends who are like family moving states away, turmoil in some relationships, loss of loved ones and a car accident to top it all off. Through it all the Father has made His presence evident! He’s giving doctors wisdom to figure out what’s been going on with my body. He’s given man wisdom to make phone apps that allow video texting so I can still see my friend despite her living 8 hours away. Yahweh is walking me through forgiving those who have hurt me. He is so faithful!
One of the recent events of life that has really taken the wind out of me is the loss of my grandmother, Maria Guadalupe “Lupita” Lopez. All of my life she has lived 12 hours away from me making visits difficult at times. And though I may have only seen her once a year or once every other year we had a special bond. Despite her speaking as much English as I do Spanish she always, always found a way to show me how much she loved me. She used to always tell me I looked like a porcelain baby doll. I’ll always remember her as a woman of incredible faith who was a prayer warrior. Kind, gentle, caring…that was my Grandma Lupita.
Since Grandma Lupita entered into eternal rest, I’ve been grief stricken. I’m happy for her, but boy am I sad for me. Yeah, I know she’s in a better place. Yeah, I know heaven is where we all desire to go, but that doesn’t change the fact that I miss her. Grief is such a funny thing. One day I want to spend time with people and the next I’d prefer to be alone with my family. One day I rejoice because I know she is with her King and the next I cry because she is no longer on this Earth. Grief has no rhyme or reason. It can hit you at the most unexpected of times and come in like a flood.
As I process my own grief, I’ve thought back on how I have walked with those who are grieving. I don’t think I’ve always said or done the right thing, but what could I do or say to make their pain any better? I don’t know. In Romans 12:15 the Bible says, “Rejoice with those who rejoice, weep with those who weep.” I pray that’s the kind of person I am. I never want to overlook someone’s pain, or not celebrate another’s reason to rejoice.
Father, let is be said of each of us that we lived this scripture out. Oh Lord, let love be the center of all we do. Give us grace to forgive when we’ve been hurt. Remind us daily that we need to extend the same grace and mercy You extend to us everyday to others.