Then, sometimes, God uses the circumstances in our lives to break through and cause us to learn something new.
This is a hope that’s possible in life — but only through grief — and only when we’re so broken that all we have left, when we’re alone, is God. We reach out, having to believe, believing because we can, hoping beyond chance that He’s there to meet with us. We pray in mumbled murmurs that only God’s Spirit could understand. But we know He’s there. As we bellow our laments, we feel His sympathy.
Grief was made for hope so that we would understand that God is at the depths with us.
Grief was made for hope so that in our darkest hour we would see His light shining through.
Grief was made for hope so that we could see that true hope is rarely possible without loss.
I know, these concepts must seem weird, but ask the person at their rock bottom. The person who searches for God at their lowest ebb. The person who, at last, finds what they’ve ever been looking for. They know. They live what is stated in Jeremiah 29:13-14: “When you search for me, you will find me; if you seek me with all your heart… says the Lord.”
Grief was made for hope. It really is. Somehow only God would make it possible to engineer life out of death.
Loss is the catalyst of redemption.