It is hard to see God in death. It seems impossible to detect Him in tragedy and it's natural to ask ''Where was God?" after unbearable things happen. As much as I unquestioningly love God, I have asked this about Davis' unexpected death. For the being that created the world it would've been so easy, so reasonable, so effortless, to save just one life.
But during those slow moving days that sandwiched the funeral, as I sat in the home of Davis' family, I saw that God hadn't just checked out and sat by to watch. I felt traces of God everywhere.
God was there in the tender embraces given to the bereaved by neighbors, friends, patients, and those who came to mourn in unity. God was the fridge full of soups. God was in the acts of service- leaf blowing, babysitting, car detailing, slideshow, photo-making. I witnessed Gods love when I observed the long, streaming, line of people waiting to pay respects at the viewing. God was the strength of the family as they bravely spoke at the funeral. God was in the cookies, the gifted loaves of bread, the flowers that stacked up on the piano. God was all around.
I believe you can see God when you see love.
3 comments:
Danielle, Thanks for sharing that with us. You have a wonderful way of saying things. We are so sorry for your family's loss. I didn't know Davis, but I have been privileged to meet your in-laws a couple of times and have been blessed by that. We miss you guys!
Sue
Dani, Once again yo have captured wonder. I love that you took these photos. I love what you wrote. We have certainly been lifted by the countless acts of love. None so appreciated as your positive and comforting words - assuring us that in time things would be ok. Thank you for your strength and for being right by our sides. Your sweet children are such a bright spot. xo
I'm so sorry for your loss. Casey's unexpected passing was so difficult as well. I wish there were words that mended the wounds, but really time to makes them easier to bear. Know that there are those of us who understand your pain and mourn with you.
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