To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
It is better to go to the house of mourning, than to go to the house of feasting: for that is the end of all men; and the living will lay it to his heart. Sorrow is better than laughter: for by the sadness of the countenance the heart is made better. The heart of the wise is in the house of mourning; but the heart of fools is in the house of mirth.
The Lord is taking me through a season of mourning but He’s holding me up. I have chosen to look instead of look away. I see nothing of what God beholds. And even this would be unbearable if He wasn’t holding me. I see so many loved ones choosing daily to deny Him. Denying Him by turning a deaf ear to His words and a blind eye to His light. They will not forgive; therefore anger rests in their bosom. Their pride is too costly to give away. It blocks the vision of the heritage; the children and the children’s children. Who would insult a blind man by telling him that he is blind? He would give away all but one thing to see. So I sit in silence and I mourn the dead and pray for the living.
The Lord will return. Be encouraged and comforted. (1 Thessalonians 4:16-18)
