Grief's Battle Scars
Words to my beloved daughter today, days before what-would-be her 25th birthday, though to me she will be "Forever-19":
When you were here, I fought to keep you alive. Now you are gone, I must battle through this grief of losing you...
Perhaps my scars and grief wounds amidst these battles serve as signs of my deep, deep love for you. From fighting a war to keep you alive to fighting through this loss of you, perhaps my scars serve as badges of honor, as if I've been awarded "battle stripes" of a mother's love amidst wars I never ever wanted to fight, and never, ever thought I would have to fight.
It seems, the deeper my love, the deeper my scars.
The deeper my scars, the deeper my plunge at the Savior's feet.
The deeper my plunge, the deeper His love reaches to bring me sweet relief
amidst these harrowing, bewildering, and exhausting grief wars.
God's Word seems to declare this same truth, that our scars of such hard-fought love will prove to be "battle stripes" of a sort, rewarded to us throughout eternity:
"This momentary… affliction is producing for you an eternal weight of glory far beyond all comparison."
~2 Corinthians 4:17