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.
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.