The morning sun rose that Easter morning, and sunrise services celebrating Christ’s resurrection took place in churches throughout our little farming community. But I lay in bed. Mourning death. My eyes told my mind it was light, but my heart screamed that it was dark. The prior day found me curled in a fetal position hoping to stop the loss of my pregnancy. It didn’t. And I plunged into a dark pit of depression and despair.
What do you do when your world lies in ashes? What do you do when the very thing you prayed for doesn’t happen? Do you doubt God’s goodness to you in these moments? Do you stand with your fist shaking at the sky, demanding answers and hearing nothing?
Oh, my heart, yes, yes, and yes. We need to give voice to the whole spectrum of our hurt, anguish, and despair and then re-remember the following truths.
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