Marissa Alice Bundy – October 2, 1990 – March 6, 2017
How can it be three years?
Three years since I saw her face or touched her skin or smelled her hair. Three years since I heard her speak or saw her laugh.
Three years since she left this world for another one, so far away from here.
My husband and I still stand by her grave and feel a stunned disbelief.
Grief is a little like wandering. Some days the path is gentle and peaceful. You wouldn’t have chosen this way, but there is enough beauty and joy and strength to keep moving. You have at least emerged from the thorny beginning to a level place.
But there are still days that bring you to a low point of struggle and longing and unrest. There are still mountains that seem impossible to climb.
I have been reading in the Psalms again. I used to think of this book as easy reading, but now I see deep emotion worked out in faith. From the lowest depths to the highest peak, a truthful power of believing that God covers everything.
He is big enough to surround it all.
Return, O my soul, to your rest; for the LORD has dealt bountifully with you. For you have delivered my soul from death, my eyes from tears, my feet from stumbling; I will walk before the LORD in the land of the living. Psalm 116: 7-9
I love when the Psalmist speaks to his own soul. He reminds himself of God’s bountiful grace to him. A deliverance from deserved death, a comfort in raw, tear-filled sorrow, a holding up, a carrying in the rugged places.
Return, O my soul, to your rest.
And I am so thankful for the returning.
For faith given to repeatedly turn my soul back toward God, toward rest.
It is a choice I make–turn to God. Hold onto hope. Rest.
Soul work to be done every day.
And as I choose, I am enabled.
Return, O my soul, to your rest.
Disappointment will come. Life will overwhelm. There may be sickness and never-sweet sorrow. An aching of body and heart.
And it’s all just part of this beautiful but weary road. Part of this path that leads to glory.
I remember that long day three years ago, death hovering around us as we waited. Marissa somewhere between this life and the next. As she neared her normal bedtime, I whispered to her that it was time to sleep. Time to go.
And at 9:55 she rested.
He shepherded my little one all the way.
She has been delivered from it all.
Her soul has returned to a beautiful forever rest.
4 thoughts on “Returning to rest”
I pause with you this morning. You understand the journey that we walk…for us ….tomorrow is 2 years that our 16 year old daughter’s best friend was taken instantly in a car accident, yes, just 7 months after her sister completed her earthly journey. Wed, Mar 11 is Marlita’s birthday. So we are doing a lot of reflecting and remembering these days. Your words this morning are balm to my thoughts. I pray for you and your family today. God bless.
YES!—Hebrews 4!–we do indeed have a great high priest—our Sabbath—our rest!…Jesus, the Son of God…who is [able] to sympathize with our weaknesses…tempted…without sin. Let us then WITH CONFIDENCE draw near to the throne of grace, that we may receive mercy and find grace to help in time of need! PTL, Marissa’s rest is now perfect–her example, a foretaste!
I will rejoice and be glad in Your lovingkindness, because You have seen my affliction; You have known the troubles of my soul. Thank the Lord He is our Shepherd who restores our souls.
I am glad we can walk each day and through every experience hand in hand with the Lover of our soul!
I am praying for you!