Grief comes in like a freight train, but it leaves like heat on a summer day.
It just keeps rolling in as the earth keeps turning.
It keeps changing like the wind in a hurricane.
It keeps piling like a logger in a sawmill.
It never stops for me or for you, no matter the title, no matter the story.
Grief is like a bully on the playground, coming in full force, but never relenting or growing shy.
It just keeps plowing like a farmer with a new field.
It keeps twisting like a mountain road on a new journey.
It keeps trodding forward like a stallion set free from a war.
It never halts for you or me, no matter the status, no matter the history.
Grief just simply must be received and processed, even analyzed and yes, sometimes, scrutinized.
Once it’s embraced, it can be positioned in the right place, but if rejected, it never truly releases.
The world moves on and so does grief.
So, let us move with it, or we will never learn to breathe again.
My flesh and my heart fail; but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.Psalm 73:26
The Lord is near to those who have a broken heart, and saves such as have a contrite spirit.Psalm 34:18