God Knows

This past year, I've come to better understand the notion of grief.

After my mom passed away, I was told that it would take time, and that eventually only the happy memories would remain. I assumed this would be a gradual change. But I've come to realize that there are many ups and downs. Little things (hearing a familiar hymn, watching a hospital scene in a TV show, seeing old photos, simply watching the kids grow up) act as spontaneous reminders that mom is no longer with us. I feel a sudden, unexpected twinge, like what you feel when you are reminded of an old injury you thought had already healed. And I wonder if it will ever completely heal.

I feel a greater sense of community. Many people experience the loss of a loved one -- I am now among those that have. Words are not necessary (or adequate) for describing what we share in common.

Throughout the past year, whenever I am alone with my thoughts, on a long plane ride, during a sleepless night, or driving through heavy traffic, I often wonder...

Does God know?

Does He actually know what it's like to watch a loved-one suffer and die?

... I understand Him better now, because I am reminded that He does know.

God knows.

And I eagerly await the Day.