“Sing praises to the Lord, O you his saints, and give thanks to his holy name. For his anger is but for a moment, and his favor is for a lifetimes. Weeping may tarry for the night, but joy comes in the morning.” -Psalm 30:4-5
Losing someone hurts. There is no way around the pain and the sorrow that we experience in this fallen world. Death always brings pain. But the beauty of trusting Christ in the pain, is that he always brings joy in, and through your mourning. The sorrow that you feel may last for life, but joy comes through Christ alone.
One of my favorite things to do is watch the sunrise. Each morning God puts Psalm 30:5 on display. If you are up early enough you see the darkness of night. You see the pitch black sky, and it may seem like morning will never come. As you sit and watch, the colors begin to change. The black becomes lighter and lighter. Beautiful colors begin to form in the darkness. You will begin to see pink, blue, orange, red, or yellow, all dancing across the sky. You see the different colors working together to make one beautiful masterpiece. Early on, the darkness is still there, but somehow God takes the darkness, and makes it beautiful. So it is with the suffering of a saint.
We may go through seasons of pitch black darkness, yet when we endure, the dawn begins to break. You begin to see beautiful colors within the suffering. You may never see exactly how God does it, but you see glimpses of what He is doing. Only God can take the darkest night of suffering, and by the light of His Son, make beauty of it.
My wife and I have experienced this first hand. Sometimes it still feels dark, but we can see beauty within the darkness. We don’t always understand how God is using our suffering for our good, and His glory. But we see glimpses of it when we converse with someone who has been through the same thing. We see glimpses of it when we can help someone who is hurting, by sharing our own experience.
Your suffering is not in vain. God doesn’t waste an ounce of our pain. He uses our darkest seasons to paint the most beautiful pictures. There is someone out there who needs to see you suffer well. There is someone out there going through something similar that needs to hear how you endured. God has ordained that you be the person who helps them, and therefore suffer well for your brother or sister.
What I’ve learned is that every sunrise is different. No two are the same. Each morning there are different shades, different shapes, and different times the sun rises. It is the same in our suffering. No one’s suffering is exactly the same. We all experience similar types of suffering, similar emotions in the suffering, but there are no two that are exactly the same. The DNA of each persons trial is slightly different. But what a beautiful picture we have, when saints trust our sovereign Lord together in their suffering.