For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. (Jeremiah 29:11)
I have long treasured Jeremiah 29:11 among the most meaningful verses of my life. Jeanette had claimed it as her life verse as well, and it was the memory verse she had chosen for her third graders the week of her passing. To meditate on it now is to marvel at the providence of God. So many things could be said about this verse, and I'm sure I will write more on its themes another day, but one thing is my focus today. Hope.
My life revolved around Jeanette. She was the center of my world, not in an unhealthy way, but in every good way. We were best friends, as close as a mother and daughter could be. Any loss of a child leaves an unfillable gaping wound to a parent, but Jeanette's loss is unfathomable for me--a bottomless pit--a description that doesn't even come close to measuring the depth of my loss. I wonder if I will ever recover. Certainly, without a doubt, my life is changed forever and will never be the same.
I feel like a drowning person, flailing about in deep water, desperate for something to cling to, some foothold, some handhold, something! What is the axis on which my world turns now? If the center of my world is gone, what am I to do? What is my purpose now?
Jeremiah 29:11 is the lifesaver to my drowning soul. There IS a plan! There IS a purpose! There IS hope! In faith I look toward a future I cannot see, and yet I envision a greater purpose than I have ever known. I believe the emerging center of my life, although it may never fill the loss, may well outshine it. It's called H O P E.
Sara Faith Nelson
Sharing the journey, because, I find there are so many others making the trek through life without a loved one