I am sitting at my computer praying that SOMETHING will float up from the depths. I am struggling. Our family is now walking through a second significant loss, as my brother-in-law passed away on New Year’s Eve following open heart surgery in October. He went in on October 19th and never regained consciousness fully. Gratefully, last week he was discharged on hospice and died at home in his own room. What to say? We are all grieving and trying to wrap our minds around what just happened. Yet, once again, proof rises that life is lived in layers of sadness and joy. Just before awakening a few days ago, a line from scripture plopped clearly into my thoughts. It was Ecclesiastes 3:11, which says “He has made everything beautiful in its time.” I got up and pondered these words on my way to the coffee pot. My coffee and I then snuggled into my chair to study and meditate on them.
“11 He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the human heart; yet[a] no one can fathom what God has done from beginning to end. 12 I know that there is nothing better for people than to be happy and to do good while they live. 13 That each of them may eat and drink and find satisfaction in all their toil—this is the gift of God.” (New International Version)
Solomon, the son of King David, in his search for wisdom, penned these words. The verses assure us that, even though we don’t see the whole picture, our Loving Creator does. Nothing besides God will ever truly satisfy us. As I sit here with a muddled brain and aching heart, Ecclesiastes tells me that God created us with an awareness of eternity deep within, yet we humans still think we should be able to figure life out on our own. We want answers for everything, but the truth is, the beauty is in the Mystery. God is Mystery and God is Love, therefore you and I and the universe are created by Mystery and Love. We live and move and have our being in that very knowable yet unknowable person of God. A matrix of Love supports and permeates all things and all situations. Even in this difficult place, I see God at work for good. As my hands and heart lift through a foggy layer of sadness, I sense His hands and heart reaching for mine.