When I asked a friend how she was doing 4 years after the sudden death of her husband, she said, I feel I am healing. Tears tend to burn my eyes rather than pour down my face. To me, that is a measure of healing.
How fitting are those words to describe the changes that happen as the years pass for grievers who have endured an unexpected loss.
Scripture promises comfort in our suffering (2 Cor. 1:3-7), but that help does not come all at once. In fact, from what I have heard, our desired healing may not arrive completely in this life. This is what others tell me who are further down the road of grief than our family is, 6 years after losing our teenager Melissa. In the midst of our pain, we entrust our lives to Gods sovereign direction, but we also realize that gnawing sadness will always reside in our hearts.
Indeed, God has promised that He will wipe away all tears in heaven (Rev. 7:17), but until then the healing will be incomplete. Grief lessens but does not dissipate. The psalmist said that while Gods Word gives life, there is still the combination of comfort in my affliction (Ps. 119:50). Even in lifes toughest circumstances, we can, with Gods help, enjoy a measure of healing.
Thank you for this sweet lesson in our Daily Bread. I have experienced and I do understand those feelings. God does heal us, because I believe He wants his children to be happy.