Saturday, August 27, 2011

no words.

A week ago today, my dear mother passed away.

A Saturday morning. On 20 August 2011.

I knew it was coming, but at the same time I was blindsided. Not expecting it. Thinking it would be a long time coming still. And I wish I had been correct.

My mind is still reeling.

I spent most of each day since then crying uncontrollably, until Thursday morning.

I do not know what happened Thursday morning, but it was different.

Wednesday night, I went through what had become my usual ordeal of inconsolable crying. I cried out to Jesus, imploring him to take the pain away. I just can't take it anymore.

And He heard my cry. I haven't cried inconsolably since that night. Thursday morning felt different. Thursday felt different. Thursday night felt different. The same goes for Friday. And now, Saturday. A week later.

Yes, I will cry again. And again after that. And again still. I know this. But the past few days, I know the Lord has shown me just how real and close his mercy and care are. The ache is still there, but the sting is not.

How long will it take the ache to heal? That I do not know. I told my son Sunday night, August 20 next year will most likely still hurt a lot. But I suspect that five years from now it won't hurt as much. Ten years from now it may hurt even less. And twenty years from now, August 20 may not cause me much heartache at all.

Of course, I am speculating. Hoping. But I know through this and past experiences that the Lord is all about removing stings. Healing aches. Binding wounds, and restoring broken hearts. It's his business.

He is the one I can count on always. When I feel like my photography sucks, or when there are times like these when I don't even care whether it sucks or not--I just don't want to touch my camera ever again.

Because it feels like photography, with all of its virtues and promise, brings to remembrance everything. Even the painful things.

But Jesus doesn't remember the painful things. If he removes our sins as far as the east is from the west and remembers them no more, that is a good indication to me that he wants my heart to be refreshed with the wonderful memories.

He is the one I on whom I can always depend. When the music fades, or when there are times like these when I feel like it isn't healing or soothing, but it is only turning the knife.

Jesus never turns the knife. Jesus only heals. Only soothes. Always. If he gives me a song at a time when I have no desire to write ever again, that is a good indication to me that he wants my spirit to be comforted with his words.

He did give me a song. Monday night.

you see my tears
one by one
slowly they fall into space
you catch them
in your hand

you hear my cry
sorrow inside
every stream on my face
you watch as they dry

and then you say, "my love...
nothing is in vain
your tears are not wasted...

I hold them here
one by one
although darkness to you
I turn them into light

ashes surround
final it seems
and in the blink of an eye
I turn it into joy

and give it all to you...
nothing is in vain
your tears are not wasted..."

As much as I love remembering (it is a motto of mine), all I have wanted to do is forget.

The Lord is gently reassuring me that it is okay to remember.

7 comments:

Sarah said...

This is a lovely post Natalyn. Praying for strength and peace to you and your family during this super difficult time. Thanks for being so transparent.

PJ said...

Hey Natty! I'm so sorry to hear about your mom. I know that sting of death. My mom died August 26, 1968, and I still ache. I ache when I hear songs that she liked, I ache for her when I smell cologne that she used to wear. I ache to hear her voice saying it will be allright, this to shall pass. That was 43 years ago the yesterday when she drew her last breath. Yes, Jesus calms the tears, and gives us the strength to go on, but the ache is also what keeps her alive for me. Remembering certain things she said or did like it was yesterday. So welcome that ache Natty, when it comes remembering the good things that y'all did together, the loving things she said and did for you. Remember.like it was yesterday and most of all, remember you WILL see her again in the not so distant future, as I believe Christ's coming is more sooner than later.

God Bless,
My love and prayers go with you,

PJ

Candra Georgi said...

Scott told me you wrote something. I'm so happy to see that you are processing this with your gift.

You will see the other side of this. Take your time. Cry. Process. Live.

Thinking of you as I read the end of Psalm 27.

He loves you.

Shareena said...

I'm sorry to hear about your mom. *hugs* May God bless her and your family.. I'm sorry again.

Madison said...

I am so very sorry for your loss. I myself have been doing alot of crying these past months, my Dad has cancer and the doctor just informed me he only has a few months maybe less to live. I find your post very comforting.:)

Faith said...

i am so sorry to read of your loss ... i pray that God continues to give you the peace and comfort you desire in this difficult time.

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