I’ve kindly been given some quotes from Samuel Rutherford, from letters he wrote to people who had been bereaved. They come from the collection titled The Loveliness of Christ.
She is not sent away, but only sent before, like unto a star, which going out of your sight, doth not die and vanish, but shineth in another hemisphere: ye see her not, yet she doth shine in another country.
Ye know not what the Lord is working out of this, but ye shall know it hereafter.
He taketh the bairns in his arms when they come to a deep water; at least, when they lose ground, and are put to swim, then his hand is under their chin.
My shallow and ebb thoughts are not the compass Christ saileth by. I leave his ways to himself, for they are far, far above me… There are windings and to’s and fro’s in his ways, which blind bodies like us cannot see.
Learn to believe Christ better than his strokes; himself and his promises better than his glooms … “For we know that all things work together for good to them that love God,” ergo, shipwreck, losses, etc work together for the good of them that love God: hence I infer, that losses, disappointments, ill tongues, loss of friends, houses or country, are God’s workmen, set on work, to work out good to you, out of everything that befalleth you.
Let not the Lord’s dealings seem harsh, rough, or unfatherly, because it is unpleasant. When the Lord’s blessed will bloweth cross your desires, it is best in humility to strike sail to him and to be willing to be laid any way our Lord pleaseth: it is a point of denial to yourself, to be as if ye had not a will, but had made a free disposition of it to God, and had sold it over to him; and to make use of his will for your own is both true holiness, and your ease and peace.
Let Christ know how heavy, and how many a stone weight you, and your cares, burdens, crosses, and sins are; let him bear all: make the heritage sure to yourself: get charters and writs passed and through, and put on arms for the battle, and keep you fast by Christ, and then let the wind blow out of what airt [direction] it will your soul will not blow in the sea.
The floods may swell and roar, but our ark shall swim above the water; it cannot sink, because a Saviour is in it.
Ye may yourself ebb and flow, rise and fall, wax and wane; but your Lord is this day as he was yesterday; and it is your comfort that your salvation is not rolled upon wheels of your own making, neither have ye to do with a Christ of your own shaping.
Your rock doth not ebb and flow, but your sea.
This website provides the context, and a note of hope in a very sad situation.