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...

The Boar-Pig

 


“Is there any way out of this garden except through the paddock where the pig is?” 

“I always go over the wall, by way of the plum tree,” said Matilda. 

“Dressed as we are we could hardly do that,” said Mrs. Stossen; it was difficult to imagine her doing it in any costume. “Do you think you could go and get someone who would drive the pig away?” asked Miss Stossen. 

“I promised my aunt I would stay here till five o’clock; it’s not four yet.” 

“I am sure, under the circumstances, your aunt would permit—” 

“My conscience would not permit,” said Matilda with cold dignity. 

“We can’t stay here till five o’clock,” exclaimed Mrs. Stossen with growing exasperation.


The Boar-Pig By Saki (H. H. Munro) (1870–1916) Art by Copilot

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