Yesterday we entered a home of a friend where grief has buried a jewel, and is seeking to understand the light that still shines.
When I lost my first wife, I wasn’t sure what that would be like. I hadn’t done this before. Much like my friend, I sought out others, read and journeyed as best as possible. For two years and a half years I have trusted in God and placed one foot in front of the other.
There are many good things that followed from that obedience. I am remarried to an amazing lady, I have additional family, I am headed towards retirement (which is really a way of saying that I am busier than ever pursuing new visions), and I have a greater appreciation for the church (which needs to be redefined in this day and age – it’s not the building or a one hour meeting – helpful items but not the core). And that is just a sample of those things that I am thankful for.
And so, we talked yesterday of downsizing. Logic says that a large percentage of the “things” around the house needed to be divested. But as you examine them individually, the words arise, “I’m not sure.”
While there may be some indecision in this statement, this is not necessarily a way to put off a decision. The light from the past is still shining and the reflections strike us at odd times. We soak in the light – not rushing but intentionally pushing forward to absorb what is given, and then we release the slivers that are left. For others to enjoy.
Some of the light will remain in our possession for years and may even be passed on as a shining beacon to the next generation.
I stood as we contemplated various “things” and was thankful that my friend is seeing the light that shines even in death!