The Storm

A wise friend of mine who has given me much comfort through the griefs of these last six months gave me a metaphor. He told me, "Brendan, I'm a west Texan and I've heard that grief is compared to waves, but we don't have waves around here. We have storms. The skies will be clear and sunny but then another storm will come." I have lived the truth of these words constantly and it truly is an apt metaphor for how the grief will come again.

I said before and I'll say again that music truly has been a comfort to me, and a way to express what my own words cannot. The song that keeps coming to mind is this:

I love the opening verse. I keep praying, I keep hoping that God will "save the day." But sometimes He chooses not to. To be completely honest, I hate that this was His decision this time. But it doesn't make me hate Him, for I know that He is good. I will praise Him through this storm, no matter how hard or how often the rain comes, because He is God.

The pain and sadness are real. They are strong, but He is stronger. Today was another stormy day. I cried again for the loss of my children. But I know that there will be sunny skies again. He is faithful. Even so Lord, come quickly.