Whether our suffering takes the form of child loss, of physical pain, of the small, daily sufferings that come from serving Him through our vocations, or all of these, when we offer them in love, uniting them to the Sacred Heart of Jesus, which suffered so much out of love for us, we can be assured that our suffering is the currency of heaven, and that Jesus is using it to purify us and make us like Himself.
When Brigid died, I was challenged by the book of Job. I had people telling me it was okay to be angry at God – that He could take it. And I knew this was true. But I had a lifelong relationship with God and Jesus. I knew that trials and suffering were part of life and that they weren’t to blame for them. I knew that trials strengthened our faith. And I remembered that when, at the end of the book, Job even dared to question, “Why?” God sat him down and told him of all His vast knowledge and power. Sometimes, even sarcastically – “Where were you when I laid the earth’s foundation? Tell me, if you understand. Who marked off its dimensions? Surely you know!” (Job 38:4) I knew what that meant. Sarcasm is my second language.
Facing the holiday season after the loss of a child can feel challenging for so many reasons. As we prepare to head into the holidays, knowing you are not alone in your feelings can be so helpful. Here are a few ideas to help you navigate this time of year as you are grieving.
Have you ever accompanied a loved one through their suffering? Whether it is a physical illness, the pain of addiction, or an emotional trauma, bearing witness to the suffering of another is a very difficult thing to do, and the closer the relationship we have with them, the more painful it is.
To understand the intensity of the suffering this sword caused our Blessed Mother, we must first understand how much love she had for her Son.
You make known to me the path of life; in your presence there is fullness of joy; at your right hand are pleasures forevermore. Psalm 16:11 Nine years ago today, I lay in a hospital bed in Philadelphia. I was 20 weeks pregnant with identical twin daughters who were suffering from a condition called Twin-to-TwinContinue reading “One for sorrow, two for joy”