Today's post is part of the Blog Carnival hosted by Peter Pollock on "Grief." A subject I’ve known at times as my only companion. Close enough to smell its’ breath through putrid fangs and feel it poisonous tentacles. And I've discovered it's killer.
Grief: great sadness, intense, deep and profound sorrow, especially as a result of a death, a specific event or situation.
I just don’t love you anymore. I want a divorce.
Twelve years of marriage, four children and a happy home traded for lonely nights, child support and every other weekend.
Breath in, breath out… the pain of living makes death appealing.
Intoxicating grief numbs the senses. It’s lair a black tunnel with no end in sight. No light. No hope. Just pain...
I’ll pick us up supper on my way home. He blows her a kiss and he’s out the door.
The phone rings, her life changes. Thirty-two years of marriage interrupted by death.
Unwanted, uninvited, grief moves in.
She asks if an insert can be placed in his ring. She’d like to wear it. “This may take a little while if there’s something you’d rather do while you wait.” Her lip quivers… “If there’s something I’d rather do?” Tears fall, “I’d rather be holding my husbands’ hand in that ring.” Grief drags her to the floor.
Wave after wave grief washes peace, joy and hope out to sea... to drown.
Why am I surrounded by people, I just want to be left alone.
They complain about the stupidest things. They can’t see what really matters. Can’t they see I’m the one hurting? Why do I have to show them everything’s going to be alright in their world? I’m the one who needs help. I’m the one with the big problem. But no. Over and over I have to show them their problems aren’t so bad.
Once I explain what I’ve been through they seem to cheer up… Wait. Hold on a second. Did I just say, “what I’ve been through? Wow, I’m looking back at what I went through not what I’m going through, how did that happen? Somewhere along the way I walked out of the tunnel. I can look back at it but I’m not in it. Hallelujah.
Sowing and reaping. Joy kills grief. The only way to get joy when grieving is to give it away.
The best thing about grief is that Jesus defeated it, carried it away so it wouldn’t swallow us up.
Jesus did more than make a way for us to get to heaven. He made a way to get heaven to us. "Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven." And His cross carried more than our sins.
"Surely He has borne our griefs. And carried our sorrows; " Isaiah 53:4