Rejoice with them that do rejoice,
and weep with them that weep.
We have done a lot of rejoicing these past few days!
Our son Ryan flew "home" for a visit
(although we acknowledge that his real home is with his wife and children). We rejoiced
that he could be with us, even though our time was brief. We tried to pack in some memory making moments as he went to and fro with wedding-related activities.
at the marriage of Ryan's close friend Josh to his bride Sarah. The marriage of two who belong to the Lord is such a blessed event, a life picture of the marriage of Christ to His church, His Bride. The wedding was beautiful, and the reception was a delightful affair of gorgeous surroundings, chatting with friends old and not-as-old, yummy food, and lovely music.
at one more graduation celebration for Kati, who wanted to have her family party when her brother was home. More yummies (including homemade ice cream again!), more hugs, a mini family reunion...and more memory making moments. Of course, a mama is always thrilled to have all of her children in one place at one time!
So many blessings to celebrate...so many causes to be grateful...so many reasons to rejoice!
But even in the midst of our celebrating, even as we rejoice, and "rejoice with them that do rejoice"...
...my heart is also heavy, and I "weep with them that weep."
with my dear friend whose husband has recently been diagnosed with metatastic malignant melanoma. I weep for Joanie and Gene and their three adult children, as they contemplate the long- and short-term realities of this news, all the while making the conscious choice to be thankful!
with my father-in-law who just celebrated his eighty-seventh birthday, whose health is failing in so many areas. I weep as I watch this man who raised eight children and was a strong leader, a strong personality, a physically strong worker, become a man who is suffering and is weak and is dependent.
with other friends and family members who are dealing with emotional struggles, family issues, financial struggles, terminal illness, the weight of being a caregiver to someone who will not recover.
The rejoicing and the weeping...both a part of living in this temporary world.
"For here have we no continuing city, but we seek one to come." (Hebrews 13:14)
So as my heart is torn, in the midst of the celebrating and the mourning
, I lean upon His mercy, and trust in His grace, and pray for those who are suffering.
"Likewise the Spirit also helpeth our infirmities: for we know not what we should pray for as we ought: but the Spirit itself maketh intercession for us with groanings which cannot be uttered." (Romans 8:26)
Can it be that He will use the rejoicing and the weeping to conform us to His image? (And isn't that what it's all about anyway?)