Sometimes, it surprises me how sorrow and joy can occupy the same space inside the heart. The bitter and the sweet. Over the past few days, I’ve experienced these two emotions simultaneously.
Last Wednesday, I celebrated my birthday. That same day, a new friend of mine celebrated the 21st anniversary of the passing of his little girl. When I became aware of this, a part of me grieved for my new friend. One person’s day of celebration is another person’s day of sorrow.
Only once, for about an hour and a half on Saturday night, did I watch any of the 9-11 anniversary coverage. I couldn’t watch any more than that. It hurt too much. It was emotionally draining to watch just a small amount of this event unfold again…an event that will forever be etched in our minds and in our hearts.
This afternoon, I headed into town to attend a baby shower for a friend whose precious little girl was born just five weeks ago. The emotions I felt driving down the road were bittersweet. I was eager and excited to celebrate the birth of my friend’s child and to share in her joy and yet, at the same moment, my heart ached for all the families remembering the darkest day of their lives.
Two emotions stirred within my heart, the joy of new life and the sorrow of lives cut short.
We will never forget.
As I pondered these emotions, I couldn’t help but think of our Heavenly Father who made the bittersweet choice of sending his only Son to the cross for us. A decision that forever changed history.
Death has lost it’s sting. Death no longer has the final word. Life triumphs!
“Let us hold unswervingly to the hope we profess, for he who promised is faithful.” Hebrews 10:23