I have noticed in this current season of grief (and I believe grief is always for a season and not for a lifetime), that grief seems to underlie everything. It is a constant presence as I engage in daily tasks and interact with people. Prior seasons have taught me that it will not always be so but its constant presence is natural now when the loss is still fresh and raw.
Sometimes there is an inward keening. I laugh but not as deeply. But I remind myself that beneath my grief, there is a Foundation, the Foundation who sustains me in all seasons. This Foundation is my Father, the God of all comfort. As such, although my grief, at times seems to take me downward, it is not a bottomless pit, because of the Foundation which lies beneath it. Which lies beneath me. As one of my favorite preachers stated recently, “God surrounds all that surrounds me.”
As in all seasons, all He is, is available to me now in this season of grief. As noted by Frank E Graeff in the hymn, Does Jesus Care? “His heart is touched with my grief,” and with yours.
Does Jesus care when my heart is pained
Too deeply for mirth or song,
As the burdens press, and the cares distress
And the way grows weary and long?
Oh yes, He cares, I know He cares,
His heart is touched with my grief;
When the days are weary, the long nights dreary,
I know my Savior cares.
Does Jesus care when my way is dark
With a nameless dread and fear?
As the daylight fades into deep night shades,
Does He care enough to be near?
Does Jesus care when I’ve tried and failed
To resist some temptation strong;
When for my deep grief there is no relief,
Though my tears flow all the night long?
Does Jesus care when I’ve said “goodbye”
To the dearest on earth to me,
And my sad heart aches till it nearly breaks,
Is it aught to Him? Does He see?