It’s very common for grief to hit hard with the changing of seasons.
* That little blade of green grass peeking through a brown, brittle terrain.
* Red checkered table cloths and burgers on a grill.
* Leaves whirling by on a crisp, cool morning.
Moving from winter…to spring…to summer…to fall are all subtle reminders that time has stopped for the one you loved and you’re moving forward without them.
But this rock.
I see it every day on my run.
Some days it makes me smile.
Other times my eyes may just get a little misty.
And then…some days….there’s an unstoppable floodgate of tears.
Because this rock isn’t only a place where we took a picture 10 years ago memorializing a family unit that once was.
But it also symbolizes the very foundation upon which our family was built. And when Wayne died, “the winds blew and beat against that house; yet it did not fall, because it had its foundation on the rock.” (Matthew 7:25)
God was and continues to be my mighty rock, my refuge and “His works are perfect, and all his ways are just.” (Deuteronomy 32:4)
Yes, ALL, every.single.one. of His ways are just….even the ones we don’t understand.
So whenever I run past this big rock, it’s a tangible, touchable reminder of God’s goodness in my life — and not just the goodness of sweet times when building our little family and taking a picture for a Christmas card, but also hard, painful times when our family was shattered into a million pieces. He remains steadfast and is our firm foundation throughout all the seasons.