I’m
having a tough time with the holidays
this year. In February, my dad joined my mother who entered
Heaven in 2014. There is such a large void in my life now and some days the grief is almost unbearable.
Having
my parents as long as I did, along with them living with me for their final
years, was a blessing, but a curse as well.
I was able to spend quality time with them and create lasting
memories…but oh, how I long to hear their voices in the kitchen, their walkers
coming down the hallway or them saying the Lord’s Prayer together each night.
I
miss both of them desperately, but remembering a story I heard a while back brings me a little peace:
One night a father asked his young son to retrieve water from the well that was at the far end of their property. It was dark, and the son was frightened. The father told the boy to hold the bucket in one hand and a lantern in the other and continue walking until he reaches the end of the light. The son did as instructed, and before he knew it, he reached the well safely because the light never ended. He filled the bucket, turned around and returned home, no longer afraid.
We are all faced with darkness in our lives, but as long as we hold on to God, through faith, we will never reach the end of His loving light ... a light that shines over us with not only His love but of those we lost as well.
