Find that one who will be there when tough times come.
Find that one who will show up in the rain and ride the tide.
Find that one who will remain when everyone else walks out.
Find her or him, and don’t stop till you do.
Don’t settle for second best.
Don’t settle for leftovers.
Seek till you find and don’t rest till you do.
It’s worth it.
I promise.
Greater love has no one than this, than to lay down one’s life for his friends.
John 15:13
No matter where you are in the climb, keep climbing.
If you’re just starting out, keep climbing.
If you’re half way there, keep climbing.
If you’ve reached the top, either climb your way down and back up again,
Or find another mountain to conquer.
Just keep climbing and never give up.
Do not remember the former things,
Isaiah 43:18
Nor consider the things of old.
Trust in the Lord with all your heart,
Proverbs 3:5-6
And lean not on your own understanding;
In all your ways acknowledge Him,
And He shall direct your paths.
Grief is like the boulder hopping moments of life.
To succeed in getting to the sunset, you’ve got to keep moving.
To achieve the goal of the setting horizon, you’ve got to keep taking the jump.
To get past the hardest points, one foot must stay in front of the other.
Even if you slip. Even if you stumble.
Keep going forward. Keep going beyond.
You’ll get there.
Eventually.
And you’ll be so glad you did.
The steps of a good man are ordered by the Lord, and He delights in his way.
Psalm 37:23-24
Though he fall, he shall not be utterly cast down; for the Lord upholds him with His hand.
Thank you for your time.
Thank you for your effort.
Thank you for your sleepless nights and endless days.
Thank you for your nightmare and your gut wrenching heartache.
We will not forget your sacrifice.
We will not forget your pain.
We will not forget all that you gave;
So, we could live free.
I’m sorry it cost you so much.
And I am eternally grateful.
We will never forget.
To everything there is a season,
Ecclesiastes 3:1, 8
A time for every purpose under heaven: A time to love, and a time to hate;
A time of war, and a time of peace.
Sometimes, things just don’t turn out as they should.
Sometimes, dreams are stolen, hearts are broken, and everyone is left desolate.
Sometimes, life just sucks, and there’s not a lot of change you can bring.
Don’t shut off the pain.
Don’t hurry up the emotion.
And certainly, don’t act as if it never happened.
Just grieve a while longer.
Just let the tears roll down into a river.
Walk out to the shoreline and breathe a little deeper.
Step out on that mountain and sigh a little louder.
There are no rules that should confine.
There are no restrictions that should bind.
There are no expectations that should be resigned.
Just let the grief roll on until it’s run its course.
Just let the pain push through until its done.
Let your heart grieve a little while longer until it heals.
Let your soul exhale a little wider until it can stand.
And when the healing comes and the strength returns, stand tall and begin to run again.
And it will come.
Someday soon.
The Lord is near to those who have a broken heart and saves such as have a contrite spirit.
Psalm 34:18
Heal me, O Lord, and I shall be healed;
Jeremiah 17:14
Save me, and I shall be saved,
For You are my praise.
For I will restore health to you and heal you of your wounds,’ says the Lord, ‘Because they called you an outcast saying: “This is Zion; No one seeks her.” ’
Jeremiah 30:17
A grieving heart can be suffocating, almost to the point of death.
But if the heart fails to grieve, it’s like the winter storm that brought in the ice and hail.
The ice forms the piercing icicles, and the hail forms the impaling snowballs.
A grieving heart can walk through the snow, feeling the cold, bracing for the darkness of the forest.
But if the heart fails to grieve, it’s as if the soul is plunged into the abyss among the trees.
The mist rises, the shadows deepens, and the trail is never to be found again.
A grieving heart can be broken, wandering, and flailing to find it’s way.
But if the heart fails to grieve, all the wolves in hiding come out to feast.
All the demons once held at bay come forward to claim their spoils.
Lay down your shield. Lay aside your dagger.
Let the River run through your heart as the tears flow freely.
The pain may be earth shaking, but yet to feel no pain, is to sever the only hope that remains.
Blessed are those who mourn,
Matthew 5:4
For they shall be comforted.
My flesh and my heart fail; But God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.
Psalm 73:26
I don’t know who Meredith Grey is, but her statement is truth.
When someone else breaks you, breaks your heart, or even your mind, you owe them no apologies for how you repair those things.
You owe no apologies for backing away.
You owe no apologies for being silent.
You owe no apologies for taking time to heal.
If your mouth runs away with you, if your attitude is hateful, or your actions become revengeful or damaging in return,
Then, you may need to apologize.
However, if you are simply healing from your wounds,
If you are repairing what has been broken,
If you are removing yourself from further damage and recklessness,
No apologies needed.
No excuses made.
Just carry on with your recovery.
And everyone else can go on wondering.
You’ve got a comeback due.
You’ve got a race to be won.
You’ve got a championship to be achieved.
Don’t waste time with words or explanations.
Keep on keepin’ on and do what must be done.
You’ve got this.
And it’s even better when He does!
And not only that, but we also glory in tribulations, knowing that tribulation produces perseverance; and perseverance, character; and character, hope. Now hope does not disappoint, because the love of God has been poured out in our hearts by the Holy Spirit who was given to us.
Romans 5:3-5
It has been said that you are the average of your five closest friends…
So, whose mission are you on?
And what’s your average?
Not everyone you meet is going to stay with you on the journey.
And not everyone you want to stay will do so.
Some may not be able to handle your load.
Others may not be able to carry their own.
And still others just aren’t going the same way you are.
Don’t grow angry with them and don’t hold it against them.
And by no means, beg them to stay.
Just gently, say goodbye and let them go their way.
They weren’t meant to travel along.
For if you demand they come along or stay too long,
They will hurt you, or you will wound them,
Or others will become damaged in the process.
Just let go.
Release them to be free.
You will be amazed at the freedom you will find.
Even if you have to shed tears as you move forward.
Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles. And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us, fixing our eyes on Jesus, the pioneer and perfecter of faith. For the joy set before him he endured the cross,scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God. Consider him who endured such opposition from sinners, so that you will not grow weary and lose heart.
Hebrews 12:1-3
Fools give full vent to their rage,
Proverbs 29:11
but the wise bring calm in the end.
Your gaze is hard to follow.
Your glare burns me from within.
Your intensity builds the fire into an inferno.
I cannot escape or refuse. I cannot run away or hide.
I shift in the uncomfortable silence,
Hoping you’ll say something to ease the pain.
You look me eye to eye, I glance away, not knowing what to say.
You begin to speak, and I cringe, terrified you’ll find me lacking and left wanting.
And suddenly, I hear Your voice gently call my name.
All fear is forgotten.
All doubt is erased.
As I lean into Your grace.
And this is the will of Him who sent Me, that everyone who sees the Son and believes in Him may have everlasting life; and I will raise him up at the last day.
John 6:40
Behold what manner of love the Father has bestowed on us, that we should be called children of God! Therefore the world does not know us, because it did not know Him. Beloved, now we are children of God; and it has not yet been revealed what we shall be, but we know that when He is revealed, we shall be like Him, for we shall see Him as He is.
1 John 3:1-3
Memories are like boxes sometimes.
You can close the lid and toss them into the bin, believing they’re done.
But as you pick up that larger box to throw them all away,
Those little suckers will come tumbling out like a waterfall.
When you bend over to pick up one, three more flip to the floor.
When you place those back on top, a whole passel come plummeting out,
As if they’ve got to make a nose-dive to the base level.
Almost like dominoes, they come cascading down the path.
Will they relent? Will they end?
They come back with every holiday and trend.
They push their way into every crevice, every crack,
Reaching for a new freedom, seeking shelter from what has been.
Will they be cast down? Will they bend?
I place them in the dark, into the new room
Waiting to surprise a new, non-alerted bloke
Waiting in earnest anticipation to capture another one’s journey bouncing down memory lane.
For behold, I create new heavens and a new earth; and the former shall not be remembered or come to mind. But be glad and rejoice forever in what I create…
Isaiah 65:17-18
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