I drove to Kalamazoo today and a midst clear skies, we had intense downpours. It was bright up ahead and dark skies loomed behind. A curious picture of the last 7 months of my grief journey.
Beautiful summer days, blessings abound, opportunities to love and be loved….
And yet the reality of grief still downpours on clear days….
The sorrow washes up like a wave and then is gone for a while…
The ache in my heart feels as close as the darkness of the clouds in the rear view mirror and yet I remind that at the same moment there is darkness and threats of storms, there is brightness and clear skies when I shift my eyes to a different view…
One does not replace the other….
They are both very present and both very real….
And as I drove and listened to Pandora, I heard two of the songs we sang at Len’s funeral…
There was comfort in those moments for my aching heart….
My brother has spent seven months in heaven and we have lived 7 months on earth without Len.
I miss him every day and yet the sun still shines and life still happens and God is still good.
One thought on “Clear skies and rain…”
Yes, you are so right, the one does not replace the other— and God is still good.