Hey guys. As I said yesterday, I had a wonderful time in Lynchburg the past couple of days. But there was one time when I really struggled. Yesterday I was asked to give my slideshow on the ministry God gave Becky and me in Ethiopia over the years. To be honest, several times I had to fight back the tears during the presentation. On the one hand, no one is happier than I am that Becky is now in the presence of the Lord she served so faithfully for all those years. I can only imagine the perfect bliss she's experiencing with him. In fact, I can't imagine it at all. It's literally unfathomable. On the other hand, even though Becky has been gone now for 11 years, me talking about our life together seems to only increase the pain of separation. That pain is called grief -- the long walk through the valley of shadows. Having a loving, supportive family helps, but grief is still very hard work. It's heavy. It weighs us down. And it can last far longer than we want. But grief is also a great teacher. I am a different man because of my grief. My walk with the Lord is also different -- even deeper -- like it was with Job.
If you've ever read my "About Me" page, you'll know that I call myself a broken man. That is no exaggeration. Becky's loss began a journey that moved across unknown (and unwanted) terrain that included many mountains and valleys. Each step is like a crawl, a one-step-at-a-time process. And you're not always sure when the journey will end or where you're going to end up. I've found it helpful to deal with a little bit of grief at a time. Grief is slow, and you can't rush it. But grief is a natural, normal, and expected reaction to loss. It has to be validated and accepted or you'll never get over it.
"Grief," said Barbara Bumgartner, "is a statement -- a statement that you loved someone." You will never again be a completely whole person. But God will eventually take your emptiness and fill it in a manner beyond your wildest dreams.