I played this song at Kevin’s funeral and, lately, it’s been one I sing over and over to myself. It’s hard this time of year, with spring peeking in on us and Easter approaching. It’s hard to be in a season where new beginnings and the hope of a new season and the promise of a new life are everywhere I look. Because for me, the juxtaposition of the world awakening is harsh against the memory of the month when my world died.
What if Your blessings come through raindrops?
What if Your healing comes through tears?
What if a thousand sleepless nights are what it takes to know You’re near?
What if trials of this life are your mercies in disguise?
I think there’s a reason this song is running through my mind these days. It’s a reminder of God’s love, His mercy, His faithfulness to me in this devastating grief. A promise of His care, of His keeping me and my daughter close to Him. It’s spring after winter, and joy comes in the morning.
“If your revelation hadn’t delighted me so, I would have given up when the hard times came.” (Psalm 119:2, The Message)