The word says that God will provide for those who grieve in Zion—to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of joy instead of mourning, and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair. They will be called oaks of righteousness, a planting of the Lord for the display of his splendor. Isaiah 61:3
This is what I am at present.
I am in the middle of that scripture, dwelling under the shadow of God's protection, under his wing, hidden from the world.
There in that place where sorrow and joy melt together like coloured wax, creating a beautiful blend from the contradicting sides of mourning and grief, the joy and worship of being within the confines of the saviour's hand, safe in His care.
My handsome and I lost our little Asher Makaio. He was 9 days old.
Walking through the pain, the sorrow, the grief and the change is real.
It's life changing.
It's a winding journey.
There are ups, on the hills where you have great perspective and the view of what's to come is beautiful and stretches on for miles.
There are down's, in the valleys where you cannot see over the hill in front of you, where the shadows fall and the chill sets in.
But through it all, there is a warm presence, a safety that surrounds our hearts. The wonderful presence of God, that hovers over us, shadowing us, keeping us, securing us and ensconces our hearts.
We are sheltered under the wings of the most high.