Rejoice and Weep With Others: What You Do When You Don’t Have A Clue

We drove to their house like it was on fire. And it was. Up in flames after 26 years of enjoying his face.

Held her in my arms tight as I could. That mama who just got the news. Her curly-headed boy went to sleep in Jesus.

Her head sobbing against my chest. “It’s gonna be OK,” I bravely say—because she and I both know the Truth. We’ve seen the evidence with our own questioning eyes, heard, and believed most of our lives—that Jesus saves those who cannot save themselves. Saves us now when all seems lost. 

Sitting on porch swing, “I don’t know what to do,” she says, taking a breath. Almost like she’s pleading for someone, anyone to explain what’s next. 

But she’s already doing it

Without realizing, she’s doing everything she can do, should do when violent storms ravage your own like a hurricane: fall into the arms of one person after another

And this is what the rest of us do—weep with you. Hands delivering trays of food, and we stay, share the mundane of everyday—on the worst of all days. And we pray, and pray, and pray—because when one part of the body breaks our hearts ache to bear the burden. 

“Rejoice with those who rejoice, and weep with those who weep.” (Rom 12:15)

Gone from their arms. Gone…but not far. 

Hear the reason our soul still sings in the midst of terrible things: those who die in Christ, rise. It’s not the end, friends. It’s forever from over.

We don’t grieve like those who have no hope. Believers in Jesus are reborn in one Body. It all begins right heredying to the flesh and cleaving to the Just. The body of Christ is not made of flour, it’s sisters and brothers tarrying together. And nothing makes the Head of this family happier than knitting all His kids back together.

The Carpenter uses rubble like this to hammer and nail our hearts like His. 

She had to see the empty body of her son. Wept and bent all the way to the front. When she could finally speak, “I’m sorry” cried from her lips. Of course it did. Because mama’s take the blame from the womb to the grave. It’s in her DNA.

So we sat, wrapped arms, and told our hearts the truth. That her son’s not there. He’s alive in Christ. Her husband bowed his head—because that’s what papa’s do. They pray and beg for their wife to overcome. Carry the family on their knees and trust God to come.

Can you see God’s image? What He had in mind when creating man and wife? Interceding for the family and laying down His life? Our shame, flowing through His veins. His brave faith redeeming the day. He is why our darkest hour overflows with praise.

The Lord gives, and gives, and gives and soon He takes away. Prepare your heart, He’s coming for you. Blessed be His name.

When waves and billows go over you, and you haven’t a clue what to do. When tears are your food day and night, your soul cast down—completely poured out. When sorrow takes your legs from under you—He’ll catch you too. This is what the Body was broken to do. Fall and rise, weep and rejoice

No, it’s not the end. Life’s just getting started. In the twinkling of an eye this will all be over. The trumpet will sound, the dead will be raised imperishable, incorruptible, indestructible. Every cut and bruise completely erased. And this body of death will forever be changed.

“Weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning.” (Ps 30:5)

14 thoughts on “Rejoice and Weep With Others: What You Do When You Don’t Have A Clue

    1. Sending you my sympathy right now, Ann. Your loss is unimaginable. 💔😭
      Praying you feel God’s love and comfort over your broken heart.🙏🏻

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  1. Absolutely beautiful. Through the brokenness, His light shines in. Romans 12:15 is one I’ve treasured in recent years. It is not only the only thing we can do… it is the best thing. I know Randy and Patti are blessed by your friendship. We will continue to pray for them and with you as they figure out this new chapter. We know He is near. Whispering hope. Your words are perfect. -Valerie (and Randy)

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    1. Oh, Valarie, you speak life! Yes, to every word of it! It is the BEST thing we can do. God’s ways are healing and hope for our brokenness.

      Thank you for posting your heart here. ❤️‍🩹

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  2. To love deeply is to grieve deeply. Our tears are not wasted. A wise pastor once told me, “when you don’t know what to say or do…just love them.” I know your beautiful words are a comfort and come from a place of deep compassion. Bless you, Joann. Bless your gift.

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  3. Oh, Laurie, so true! And how deeply we do! Never wasted, for they are water to our wounds.

    Thank you, thank you for posting your love here.❤️‍🩹 It helps, it truly does.

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  4. As always sweet JoAnn your beautiful heart always knows what to say to comfort others. Death of a child no matter how old just doesn’t seem right to a parent. We always think we’ll go before our children but we know that’s not always the case. There is nothing you can say to take the pain away. So important to just be there for them and love on them. So grateful with our relationship with God to have a better understanding and know that we’re just visiting here and it’s not our home. Our eternal home will be a big welcome home ❤️🙏🏼❤️🙏🏼❤️🙏🏼❤️🙏🏼 God bless you JoAnn for always making a difference to so many

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    1. Joni, its great comfort reading your heart.

      Yes! God’s revealing will carry us.

      And this… We can not hear this enough. “it’s not our home.”❤️‍🩹

      So so good to keep encouraging one another in the truth.

      God bless you, Joni

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