Grief

Sometimes the news comes quick. Sometimes the news comes slow. No matter how or when it comes, grief travels in the wake of the news. Grief is heavy, weighty, a burden, especially when it involves someone deeply loved. Grief is not meant to be carried alone. It’s too heavy and may last a while—and that’s ok. That’s what family and friends are for, to share the load. Jesus stood outside the tomb of his friend and wept but He did not weep alone. It was a deep, human moment. “ Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted ” (Matt 5:4). If anyone knows how we feel in grief, it’s Him. But His grief did not linger long, as at the mention of his name, Lazarus came forth. We are not meant to dwell in grief, but should leave room enough for it. Let it run its course. Like the song says, “ Every Storm Runs Out Of Rain .” Another song says, “ The storm We will dance as it breaks The storm It will give as it takes And all of our pain is washed away Don't cry or be afraid Some things...

Run To It

 It’s been a busy couple of weeks of long working hours and short nights. Have not had much time or energy, for that matter, to sit long enough to write anything well. 

Recently a co-worker innocently asked, “what’s your favorite thing?” Would you believe it when I say I could not answer? I can’t have my favorite thing right now. So my heart broke a little more. Again. Everything has changed for me. I don’t like where I am right now or what I’m doing. But it’s all I have to do. I just feel sorry every day. 


What I’d like to do seems impossible. My favorite things are unattainable right now. But one day, hopefully soon, it may change. And I’ll run to it when it comes. But I’m the meantime, I can only be where I am. 

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