49 days seems like a short period of time....unless you have lost someone you love.  49 days then becomes somewhat of an eternity and never has an end in sight.  I am awestruck by those who have journeyed through such an undertaking.  Losing a child, a mom, a dad, a best friend, a sibling..

The real test is not in the moment, but in the many countless moments that follow.  Every day of new beginnings that doesn't include that special someone.  Each event that comes and goes without seeing joy on that sweet face or hearing it in their voice.  Where do we go from here?  It has been said that time heals all wounds, but some wounds are deep in our souls and cannot simply be stitched back together by moving on.  Moving on just does not seem possible.

Abiding becomes the only option we have.  Abiding in the One and Only.  Abiding in His Everlasting Arms.  Trusting Him to carry us when we cannot move on.  Knowing that He will do what He has always said He would do.  Resting in His promises.  Believing that He loves more than we can ever even understand.  Being assured that we will see our loved ones again.  That is what faith is.  Oh that my faith would be made whole.  Oh that I would trust in what I know is the truth.

Psalm 147:3
He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.

I rest in His Word.  I trust in His promise.  I believe in His truth.