Thank you for this essay. The phrase that I hold on to is, “God is not threatened by my tears or anger”. As you said so beautifully, there are different kinds of grief. I have poured my heart out to Him and to close ones through them. Last week the Lord brought some grief up that I had buried deep in my heart. A devotional on the nearness of God brought it to the surface and I cried my eyes out. They were healing tears and I shared with my husband about them. On Sunday, I shared with one of my dearest friends about what had happened. What was so encouraging was that she had gone through identical circumstances as I had. Grief is definitely a language, ever evolving.
Thank you for this essay. The phrase that I hold on to is, “God is not threatened by my tears or anger”. As you said so beautifully, there are different kinds of grief. I have poured my heart out to Him and to close ones through them. Last week the Lord brought some grief up that I had buried deep in my heart. A devotional on the nearness of God brought it to the surface and I cried my eyes out. They were healing tears and I shared with my husband about them. On Sunday, I shared with one of my dearest friends about what had happened. What was so encouraging was that she had gone through identical circumstances as I had. Grief is definitely a language, ever evolving.
this is phenomenal thank you so much!
Thank you so much.
As always you hit the nail on the head. This is pure gold primo.
"the goal of language isn't finishing. It's fluency"
I love this so much. I've spent the last decade fighting my grief instead of bathing in it.
Thanks for sharing your wisdom.
It’s fine not to be fine.