This song spoke to my heart last night.
About my mother’s death this past November.
“All this pain
I wonder if I’ll ever find my way
I wonder if my life could really change at all
All this earth
Could all that is lost ever be found
Could a garden come up from this ground at all”
And then about the baby in my womb.
“All around
Hope is springing up from this old ground
Out of chaos life is being found in You”
And then the two thoughts together.
“You make beautiful things
You make beautiful things out of the dust
You make beautiful things
You make beautiful things out of us”
In a sense my mother’s passing was sad time but also a beautiful time. Beautiful because she no longer is suffering, because God planned it and His timing is perfect, and because she is now in a more beautiful place than anywhere else.
And what isn’t beautiful about expecting a baby? It is truly a miracle.
“You make me new, You are making me new
You make me new, You are making me new”
God is making me new. A new mother. A new person whose life goes on without without my mother. It is painful to think about that sometimes, but it quickly fades when I think about my baby and the joy he brings me. My uncle said it like this when talking about his grandson’s death:
“He uses pain to keep us from thinking that this world is our home. It is not. We have no home here. Only temporary – our temporary home, like our temporary bodies. Someday…
Someday a new body, like Kevin’s new body. Somewhere in Heaven, where Kevin is. Sometime healing, that we need now, but will have then.”
Thank you God, for the reminder that this world is not our home, and that someday, we will go home. And we will be made new!
“and the dust returns to the earth as it was, and the spirit returns to God who gave it.” -Eccl. 12:7
