Today is a hard anniversary of remembrance...6 years since the crash. I find that each year I brace myself, I remember, and I find that tears come easily and frequently, especially on January 17th.
Six years sounds like a long time, and in many ways it has been. I think I have aged double time in these past 6 years. It seems like forever since I was able to speak with Greg, since life was not so complicated. Yet, there are times that 6 years seems like a blink, a moment in the midst of the whole. Through out these 6 years I know without a doubt that I have shed more tears in that span of time than all of the years of my life that preceded.
Sometimes the tears creep up slowly, other times they appear in a overwhelming torrent. Yet, when they ease and the flow ends, healing of soul has occurred. It is comforting to know that shedding tears is nothing new, nor anything to be ashamed of, especially when grieving. The Bible tells much of times of sorrow and the shedding of tears by others who lost loved ones. Even Jesus shed tears at the tomb of his friend Lazarus.
You keep track of all my sorrows.
You have collected all my tears in your bottle.
You have recorded each one in your book.
Psalm 56:8
What a comfort to know that my tears are significant to God. He cares, He comforts with His Word. So, while today has been hard in many ways, I continue to cling to HOPE in the midst of the tears. I know my Redeemer lives, He is the victor over death. Some day, He will wipe the final tears that fall from my eyes when He makes all things new and all is restored.
