He mourns, and tears his clothes. Not eating for days, he cries out to God to spare his son’s life. He is consumed by the illness of his boy and life outside the walls of his room is put on hold. He refuses to get up off the ground.
Prayer after prayer he lifts up to God. Prayers that are seemingly unheard as his infant son takes his last breath.
He gets up.
He changes his clothes, washes his face and goes to the house of the LORD to worship. Then, back at his own house, he prepares food to eat. He starts to go about his life again. Getting back into the daily rhythm he had before being interrupted by sickness.
In his heart a man plans his course, but the LORD determines his steps.
In 2 Samuel chapter 12 David is in mourning, pleading with God to spare the life of his son. He is distraught and withdrawn from daily life. And no one questions. But after the child’s death and he surprises them all by getting up and moving on with life; they question. Almost to say that his actions were backwards and that he should still be in mourning.
David says, I cried out to God to spare my child but now that he is gone there is nothing I can do.
He knows that God is in control. He knows that God still loves him. He knows God is still worthy of worship and praise.
As I sit and listen to the birds in the days after death has touched my own family, I am reminded by their happy songs that life carries on. Can I respond with a heart like David’s? Can I pick myself up and carry on with God’s truth in my heart?
After the darkest night, the birds still sing. The sun still comes up and God is still good.
Oh death, where is your sting? Oh grave, where is your victory?