The entire world is grieving and, as anyone who has experienced grief knows, there’s no straight line through it. We long for the deep pain we feel to pass, but it lingers—loud in its presence. We move between stages of depression, anger, acceptance, disbelief again and again. We settle things in our minds, believe we’ve come to a measure of understanding, and then a truckload of bricks hits us again.
Or maybe it’s not like that.
Maybe it’s less a truckload and more a whisper of smoke. Something that permeates our days and colours our vision before we even realize that all is not as we thought it was.
Either way. The point is that we’re grieving.
For what was, for changed or lost relationships (not all losses in this season can be attributed to illness), for plans and opportunities, for a way of living that seemed safe and comfortable behind our rose-coloured glasses but that now is just a memory.
The only way out is through. We’ve heard the cliche and we hate it. But we begrudgingly testify to its truth. So we lean in. Grow quiet. Seek wisdom and, yes, even find wonder in this season.
All is well.
(One of the good things about having two blogs, is being able to participate in both Friday’s Fave Five AND Five Minute Friday. Here’s a link to the FFF post on my other blog.)