Dealing with grief and mourning is hell on earth, I think. I am thankful it is the only hell we’ll ever have to experience; and while that is good to know, it doesn’t make it any easier to get through the day.
It comes in waves, doesn’t it?
At times it’s calm.
But then, a huge wave of grief sneaks up on you, pulling you under and out to sea. You had no idea the wave could be that strong. But it is. And you come up gasping for air, barely able to catch a breath before the next one plunges over…
But…sometimes…the wind stops its ferocious blowing and you can experience the gentle breezes.
Relax…breathe deep…enjoy the vast ocean…for a time.
The waves still lap at your feet, as a constant reminder…
For everything there is an appointed time,
and an appropriate time for every activity on earth:
A time to be born, and a time to die;
a time to plant, and a time to uproot what was planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal;
a time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and a time to dance.
A time to throw away stones, and a time to gather stones;
a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to search, and a time to give something up as lost;
a time to keep, and a time to throw away
A time to rip, and a time to sew;
a time to keep silent, and a time to speak.
A time to love, and a time to hate;
a time for war, and a time for peace.
~King Solomon’s poetry from Ecclesiastes 3
Today the waves are strong.
It must be time to weep again…
…a time to mourn…
…a time to give up as lost.