Whatever your vantage point, stop and look around. This person may be currently grieving, that person may be about to be levelled by loss, that person may finally be coming up for air. You each have a unique, individual grief story, and yet you, me — all of us — we all share the language of grief and loss that is part of our human experience.
Arguably one of the most beautiful, poetic descriptions of what we can hope for, both for ourselves and our loved ones who have died, is the verse from 1 Corinthians: “Eye has not seen, nor ear heard, neither has it entered into the heart of man what things God has prepared for those that love Him.”
No matter what loss you’re grieving, we don’t want you to be alone. Ever. But the truth is that many people are alone with their grief. There are myriad reasons for this reality, and one of the most painful is because a loss isn’t seen by many, or if it is, it’s far too devastating for most people to acknowledge.
In the weeks and months that followed 9/11, we shared with our church family, our friends, and colleagues the news of Becky’s tragic passing. Our church family kept saying how “strong” we were during this trial. We didn’t feel strong at all; I give God all the glory for any strength others observed in us. He was truly our rock and our fortress through this dark time in our lives.
A loved one dies, and so many blocks come crashing down. Plans crash. Dreams crash. A future comes to an end. The pain of our losses is shattering; our broken hearts don’t quite know how to mend. On our walk of faith, our spiritual journey, it’s precisely amidst the shambles that God can work most powerfully.
There are so many situations in our lives where we withdraw from or exclude what makes us uncomfortable and confused, whether it is our own grief or another’s. How important it is though, for us to be present to the situation or the suffering, even if we are helpless to do anything else.
I have thought of this memory often since his passing; the image of my dying father on his knees will stay with me forever, teaching me a profound lesson each time the memory comes.
A Mother’s reflection on pregnancy, abortion, miscarriage and adoption.
Not one day goes by that I don't think about my Mom and miss her but I rest in God's promise that we will see each other again. It's that promise that carries me—and I see that promise reflected every Spring as his world comes back to life.
Looking at the sacred heart of Jesus, we see the heart of God made human, experiencing every hurt, pain and bitter suffering the human heart is able to feel.
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