The Bright Spots

The bright spots: wild ocean waves

The Bright Spots | Returning to Happiness

Ring the bells that still can ring.
Forget your perfect offering.
There is a crack in everything.
That’s how the light gets in.

Poet, Leonard Cohen

When Happiness Seemed Impossible

When tragedy fell on my family, I doubted more than anything else that I would ever be happy again on earth. When my husband, Eric, died in February 2016, a great shadow fell on me and veiled my eyes. In those days, the darkness was so dense that even the brightest truths couldn’t cut through the heaviness in my heart. My laughter was not fake, but it did not touch the bottom of my throat. Pain and sadness, on the other hand, scraped raw the inside of my body. Some days I didn’t feel as stooped in sadness, but the near numbness that often took its place was formidable. In those days, I dragged myself out of bed, but often found myself literally on the ground. The weight of the world pushed me down and the gravity of my sadness held me there. These were the low places.

I truly did not expect to experience belly-laughing good times ever again. I assumed I would taste joy, because of the hope of Heaven after this world, and I predicted that someday I would smile at lovely memories. I did expect to see some kind of light at the end of this tunnel. But happiness? Not likely. Not in this lifetime.

In the Spring of 2017, my family took a vacation to Cozumel, Mexico. The air was hot, but our optimism was up. Grief was inescapable, but we weren’t really trying to escape it. Each new thing gave me a pang of something like guilt that I was doing this without Eric… he would have loved it. I knew I didn’t need to feel that, especially because he is in such glory himself. But, at first, I had to take captive every single thought, and remind myself that it was ok to enjoy my surroundings. Because of the work it took to approach more than a smile, notions of hypothetical lightheartedness were kept at bay.

The Bright Spots: Looking out a window
A bright spot | My boys’ first plane ride

A Bright Spot

But then, something new happened. When my 3-year-old saw the ocean for the first time, he stopped straight in his sand-filled flip-flops and just stared. Moments before he saw the vastness of this ocean, he had assumed that a small pool was as good as it got. Thinking he’d follow my actions rather than my words, I practically threw my bags into the sand, tossed off my cover-up and ran into the waves. When I turned around, I saw my son still just standing on the beach, staring at me. I’m sure he must have thought I’d lost my mind. I locked eyes with him and beckoned him to join me with exuberant arms.

Before long, he came running as fast as his little legs could carry him! At the shoreline, he hesitated again. He carefully edged toward the tide and let his toes touch the water. He searched my eyes for reassurance. “It’s ok, Bingham, come into the ocean with me!”

When he was ready, he leapt into my arms and giggled. He held me tightly but stared out at the big blue waters. The delight on his face grew with each passing second, and when he stood in the water on his own, I saw a glow in him that I do not remember seeing before. His smile lit up my entire world.

The Bright Spots: Playing by the ocean
A bright spot | Bingham (3.5) could have played in the water on the beach forever

As I beamed back at my son, I realized that I was happy. My entire body exhaled, and as he climbed into the water my arms floated to my sides. My fingers opened to feel the gentle waves, and a small fossil shell was carried into my palm. “This is my happy stone,” I thought, and I felt the sun that had been shining all along.

Returning to Happiness

Before Mexico, I had actually experienced plenty of joy. Joy allowed me to meet the reality of my worst nightmare with the Hymn, It Is Well With My Soul. Joy helped me to believe what I knew in my head from Romans 8:28. Joy gave me the breath to say, “it’s a good thing” because the struggle was producing endurance. With the joy of the Lord, I found the strength to take the next step every day in showing up for my sons and myself.

I had always seen happiness, on the other hand, as a relative, fickle thing that had very little eternal value. According to Hebrews 12:2, Jesus did not go to the cross because of the happiness he wanted to feel. He died in the worst possible way in order to accomplish a rescue for the ones he loved because of the joy that would result from setting them free. Not only did I not expect to ever be happy again, I didn’t believe that it mattered.

But happiness kept popping up in my life. I didn’t believe in belly-deep laughter, until I laughed so hard that a drink came through my nose. I didn’t believe in happy goosebumps, until they scurried up my arms. Little things like my favorite song on the radio, the colors of Autumn, the smell of Spring, and the taste of good coffee give me such delight. A moment of happiness is like a fresh inhale and a fulfilling exhale.

The Bright Spots: Selfie by the ocean
A bright spot | selfie by the ocean with Mom

In grief, as in life, happiness is indeed fickle. It comes and goes in an instant. But even though riding on emotions should not define my outlook on life, I’m beginning to truly treasure the temporary lightness that moments of happiness do bring through the cracks of my brokenness.

Even though in a moment I might be crushed in sadness, even though the clouds might shadow the sun in a second, I’m thankful for the sunshine while it is here. I’m choosing to value the bright spots, I’m returning to happiness.

“A cheerful heart is good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones.” Proverbs 17:22

The Bright Spots
A bright spot | Billy (almost 2) and his ice cream cone in my arms by the ocean

7 thoughts on “The Bright Spots

  1. Lizzie, as I have stood on the sidelines watching you as you traverse this new “normal” of your life, I stand in awe of how God has and is transforming you. Your tesimony, silently at first, as you navigated those dark first days and months, and now openly, as God’s grace enables you to speak out about your faith journey, seems to be turning the nightmare of the loss of your husband and father to your children, into a deeper relationship with our heavenly Father that you could obtain in no other way. I am grateful for your insights into your struggles and how God is giving you beauty for ashes…the minute by minute struggle of continuing to live giving way slowly to joyful moments, what an example for your children, your daily struggle in choosing life, but not just any life, but life in Him, trusting Him for better days, days filled with the joys of life, thank you for your testimony of faithfulness in Him….and His faithfulness to you and your family. …..prayers and love

    1. Sharon, thank you for your thoughtful encouragement. I am humbled by your words and thankful for the ways I get to share my story. God is SO good. Thank you for your continued prayers, we need them every day. Prayers and love to you and your family as well!

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