Finding Light in a Dark Forest of Grief

     Duane’s mother and sister died recently from a violent collision. I know they are renewed in heaven now, but I’m as stripped as barren trees in a forest of grief. I couldn’t even turn to God. So I mumbled phrases from an old prayer, and this is what happened:
     “Our Father,” I whispered, and realized how amazing that God meets me intimately as my PAPA.
     “Who art in heaven.” My heart calmed with the PERSPECTIVE that even though I’m discombobulated, God’s still seated on heaven’s throne.
     “Hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come, thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven.” What a reminder that somehow in God’s grand scheme, there is PURPOSE in this pain and PRIORITY in my actions.
     “Give us this day our daily bread.”He grants PROVISION to sustain me through this confusion.
     “And forgive us our debts as we forgive our debtors.” I’m bound to mess up during this fragile time, yet God bestows PARDON, a clean slate, to the extent that I also forgive others.
     “And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.” I won’t understand until heaven why God didn’t spare Duane’s mother and sister, yet I cling to his promise of ultimate PROTECTION.
     “For yours is the kingdom and the power and the glory forever.” Even when I’m in the dark, I can PRAISE him.
     Papa. Perspective. Purpose and Priority. Provision. Pardon. Protection. Praise. What a gift these truths are as I journey through this forest of grief.