Grief has so many aspects; sometimes, it’s just hard to keep up.
And when death has hit three years straight, the emotional roller coaster is full of surprises.
Today, it’s just hard.
And heartbreaking.
And enraging.
Hard because there’s so many shattered pieces, and nothing can be mended.
Heartbreaking because there’s so much lost, and nothing can be reconciled.
Enraging because there’s so much stolen, and nothing can be returned.
If perspectives remain only on the loss, the heart becomes sick, and the soul becomes hopeless.
Despair will settle in like a long and bitter cold rain.
But hope remains.
The only Hope that can be grasped.
Eternity is not bound in this day and time.
Destiny is not restrained by this hour and by the ticking of the clock.
Mortality is not for the Everlasting One nor for those who serve Him.
So, look up not down.
Look forward not behind.
The minutes are coming faster and soon will end and then,
True life will just begin again.
Behold, I tell you a mystery: We shall not all sleep, but we shall all be changed— in a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet. For the trumpet will sound, and the dead will be raised incorruptible, and we shall be changed. For this corruptible must put on incorruption, and this mortal must put on immortality. So when this corruptible has put on incorruption, and this mortal has put on immortality, then shall be brought to pass the saying that is written: “Death is swallowed up in victory.” “O Death, where is your sting? O Hades, where is your victory?”
1 Corinthians 15:51-55
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