Today it’s been five years. FIVE. That seems like a significant number in terms of years I’ve survived on this earth without my son. Perhaps almost milestone-ish. I felt like this anniversary demanded something significant. Some celebration. Some meaningful activity. Some planned-out remembrance.
But as the days drew nearer to this anniversary, I found myself weighed down with work and family obligations and more work and errands and travel and…(did I mention work?)…before I knew it, the day was here. Today there is no celebration. No meaningful activity. No planned-out remembrance. In fact, not even time to PROCESS what this day would be like. I felt very frustrated with my circumstances and maybe even a little guilty, that I couldn’t – or didn’t – have the time to give this important day enough thought. I mean, I am Joe’s MOM. Shouldn’t I be more…with it?
Yesterday, I had a chance to take a walk down to the beach, as I often do when I’m in California. I thought, “Finally! Here is my designated time to think and process and come up with a plan for this big anniversary tomorrow!” But as my thoughts wandered all over the place, I began to hear a noise, other than the music coming from my airPods. It was music….and not just some annoying neighbor blasting a song with their windows open. It was LIVE music. I looked up from the sidewalk and saw a man on his 2nd story balcony, playing the saxophone. Removing one of my airPods, I could hear the music much more clearly. It was upbeat. Lively. Joyful.
And as I watched him, with a smile on my face, I realized that this might just be the first September 5th in many years that I wasn’t dreading or merely trying to survive. That just like the saxophone music, I was feeling…pretty joyful. Not about losing Joe, but because….well. I have a lot to be joyful about. I’d get to spend this anniversary with my husband. (I still love saying that word.) I’d get to hear him preach about the grace of God in worship and celebrate his birthday with family. I’d get to make snacks for my husband and his friends who came over for their annual fantasy football draft. And hear his thunderous laughter travel down the hallway. I’m certain by the end of the day, I’ll get to relax on the couch and share Joe’s favorite candy – a Kit Kat – with my husband who was thoughtful enough to have one waiting for me just for today. And I have a host of friends who have messaged me today to say they are thinking about me. How those messages have brought me great joy this year, rather than sadness!
But I’m also joyful, but because I know the significance of this day for Joe. That even though he lost his life on this earth, he gained eternity in heaven with Jesus. And it was for the JOY set before Jesus, that He endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God. (Hebrews 12:2) Think about that: What could have possibly been the JOY set before Jesus? Suffering? Pain? Humiliation? Death? No. The joy was that Jesus knew that all of those things would mean eternal life for those who believe. That He was fulfilling his Father’s plan as the ultimate sacrifice for sin. There’s not only forever JOY for my son and all believers in Christ, but for those grieving with that hope, we are living proof that though “weeping may last through the night, JOY comes with the morning”! (Psalm 30:5)
Maybe you, like me, have experienced your share of “toilet on the sidewalk” moments. You know, those terrible life-altering moments that you never saw coming. Perhaps you’ve had some “recliner on the sidewalk” moments as well, where God allows seasons of rest and rejuvenation. But I encourage you today to also look for the “saxophone on the sidewalk” moments that God has placed in your life. Those moments where, despite the sadness and grief and pain, there is JOY.
In big things. In small things. In ALL things.