I am sitting on the couch in the sun, with the ceiling fan on high. I’m dressed for the first funeral and hoping my hair dries in the next hour.

Snow covers the ground and it’s cold, 19° F. My heart is breaking for the widow and her children. God showed me this promise.

Psalms 68:5, “A father of the fatherless, and a protector of the widows, is God in His holy habitation.” Modern English Version

The next funeral will be more difficult because he was so young. Again, God gave me comfort from His word.

“Psalms 139:16, “Your eyes saw me unformed, yet in Your book all my days were written, before any of them came into being.” Modern English Version

I pray for these widows as they wade through a mountain of paperwork and red tape. Grief is a journey. It’s long and exhausting. All you can do is put one foot in front of the other and do the next thing. But God promises to go before them, to have their back, to guide them with a hand on their elbow, and to comfort them with a hand on their shoulder.

Psalms 139:5, “You put Yourself behind and before me, and keep Your hand on me.” Modern English Version

The forecasted high for tomorrow is 51° F. The snow will melt and disappear. Winter is winding down. Spring is coming.

Psalms 65:9-13, “You visit the earth and water it. . . . You prepare their grain. . . You settle its ridges . . . You bless its sprouting . . .The valleys are covered with grain. . . .” Modern English Version

This winter of grief is a season. It will not last forever. The cold and hardness will melt. The tears will water and soften the heart, to allow hope to sprout. One day, they will look around to see blessings cover their landscape.

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