Just as dusk settled over the sky, the six of us piled into our truck and took our long-awaited drive. We had no particular destination in mind, only a change of scenery. In a few minutes, our neighborhood was behind us, and vast fields of green cotton sprouts lined the road.
As we drove, I gazed at the sky filled with pink marbled hues. When we passed the school where Sammy first practiced baseball, all of us grew silent for a moment. That was our before: before we lost Justin and everything changed forever.
As the sky transformed into flaming pink, Sammy spoke up, “I’ll bet Justin watches God paint the sunset for us every night.” Smiling, I nodded and said, “I’ll bet so.” Joshua agreed and added, “Justin has the best view.” That he does, Joshy.
When “Eye of the Storm” began playing on the radio, my eyes filled with tears. I remembered how the Lord ministered to me when we lost Justin. He taught me to trust Him when I could imagine taking another step without my boy. My tender Shepard cared for me with His sweet balm and tended to my shattered heart. He nourished me with His Word and comforted me with His presence.
We were almost home when the night sky turned to a calm deep blue. As we pulled into the driveway, I was reminded to fix my eyes on Jesus. He cared for me in my most profound sorrow, and He will again see me through the ominous of the unknown.