For His anger is but for a moment, and His favor is for a lifetime. Weeping may tarry for the night, but joy comes with the morning.
In the bleak mid-winter frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone; Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow, In the bleak mid-winter long ago.
Christina Georgina Rossetti
January, to me is the longest month.
It holds no special place in my heart.
It’s a “can we please move on to February” kind of month.
It’s also the month my father died.
As I write this, I have just lost a dear friend and have not yet dealt fully with the grieving process. There is still the funeral to attend and the reception to follow. If asked, can I find something “just right” to say or sing? And how do I come alongside the family in their griev-ing and show support?
And it all stirs up the memories of my father’s death.
The author of Hebrews exhorts all to “run with endurance the race that is before us” Hebrews 12:1
January, like grief, must be embraced and endured.
I cannot turn the page on the calendar and make February happen, nor can I speed the grieving process.
We do not plant the fruit of the crop to receive the next crop, the fruit must rot and the decay exposes the seed and in some cases removes layers from the seed that would keep it from germinating.
January is the month that completes the cycle.
So even though it may affect our Seasonal Affective Disorder (S.A.D.) and it may seem like forever, it, like our grieving, is neces-sary and will pass.
When my father died I was not following the Lord. I was mad at my father and I was mad at God.
Years later I heard the words from Psalm 30 in a song and I under-stood that all had passed. I had my Heavenly Father to lean on. And even though I may not be happy with the way things worked out, I have joy.
If you are grieving this season, find your Joy in the Lord.