To be honest I have been on the “other side” of grieving most of my life. Don’t get me wrong I have seen many people close to me die, but it was all in order of their age. Ya know… great-grandparents, grandparents, etc. But the passing of Waldy has changed everything.
So many emotions ran and is running through my mind. I think about the :”what ifs” constantly.
But on Sunday God led me to the 2 Samuel 12. To save some space and time on you reading this, this is the story of King David when he son was oh so sick. He grieved deeply while his son was ill:
“David pleaded with God for the child. He fasted and spent the nights lying in sackcloth[b] on the ground. 17 The elders of his household stood beside him to get him up from the ground, but he refused, and he would not eat any food with them.” 2 Samuel 12:16-17
And then sadly, the little boy died.
King David’s attendants were so worried about how David would respond. You see them trying to keep the news of the death from David. But David did find out and this his how he reacted:
“Then David got up from the ground. After he had washed, put on lotions and changed his clothes, he went into the house of the Lord and worshiped. Then he went to his own house, and at his request they served him food, and he ate.” 2 Samuel 12:20
How could David react and respond like this, his son had just died! Did he not care, did he just place it behind him and move on? Not at all…
You see, this verse shows the great peace that God allows us to live within. Was David finished grieving his son, absolutely not! His peace came from the closeness he had in his journey with God and the great trust he had in HIS PEFECT FATHER.
Oh that I may learn to rest in the great trust of my Jesus as King David did in the moment above.