The Scent of Water

During November I am embarking on the NanoWriMo project, to get my latest book, THE SCENT OF WATER, under way. It's a year's worth of daily devotionals for the first year of bereavement - read the introduction HERE.  It will soon move to a new website (Grace2Help) In the spirit of NaNoWriMo, this is unedited, a first draft; we just keep writing! Grant grace ? And comments and suggestions are most welcome.

MONDAY

He was a man of sorrows, acquainted with deepest grief. It was our sorrows that weighed him down.

Isaiah 53: 3-4 (NLT)

Jesus knew grief; the sense of the Hebrew is that he was familiar with deepest calamity and sorrow.He knew; he knows. And he carries our sorrows.

So he does understand. I don't even have to tell him - he knows how I am feeling today.

Thank you, Lord, for knowing.

 

TUESDAY

Jesus burst into tears.

John 11:35 (ISV)

These words give me permission to grieve. Not that I need it - although sometimes in our western culture I feel that I do need that permission. Too many times I have been told that it's all for the best, they are in a better place ..... they may be, but I am left here without them, and I am hurting. My tears fall unchecked and I want to hide. Public grief is not part of my culture.

But it was for Jesus;  he burst into tears as he arrived at the tomb of his close friend Lazarus. He was not ashamed of his grief. Death causes tears.

Lord, all I can give you today are my tears.