Here I am sitting at the keyboard trying to collect the right words to describe my feelings about last week- about what I witnessed and felt in the aftermath of the horrific events that took the precious lives of Karen and Cole Ferguson.
I can’t really find many.
I do not want to rehearse any of those events. I am still thinking about the overwhelming outpouring of support demonstrated by those touched by this tragedy. God’s people rose up and surrounded Les, his boys and their family in truly tremendous ways. Darkness struck an awful blow, but Light powerfully responded. God was and is at work among his people. The Ferguson and Brown families are not and will not be alone in their grief.
To be sure- it is their (and to a lesser degree our) time for mourning. Few among us can really know the extent of their grief. There is really no way to compare it. It is journey they must undertake through the edges of the “valley of the shadow of death.” Faithfully- I believe- they will take it. Faithfully God and his staff will be there to comfort and guide them-to eventually find peace beside still waters.
It is a journey from mourning to morning.
It will happen for each in their own time (and God’s). It will likely remain a bittersweet process. Perhaps it will not be fully complete until an eternal reunion, but one day it will be complete.
Les, I am praying for you- for strength on this journey.
Oh, and one more thing- no matter the depth of darkness and the damage it creates, it will never triumph over Light.