Grief. Days. Weeks. Months. Endless. An ocean on all sides. Waves of self dialog toss you about. Anger. Negotiation. What if. Why. What for?
Grief finds us for many reasons. Death, particularly sudden death may be the grief we are most familiar with. Any major loss or change can bring on a form of grief. Losing your job, your hair, a relationship, a dream of what you could have been, a piece of who you are. We grapple with the unknown and mourn the brokenness.... and when you are in it the sea looks vast with no sign of land.
But grief doesn't have to have the final word. Good Friday is perhaps the darkest day of the year. It is a day of grief. Light died. The world was dark and there was no end to the darkness. A painfully bright light pierced the darkness of eternal grief creating space for hope.
As Holy Week comes we have an opportunity to search our hearts for the broken pieces. To embrace the endless sea of grief for those who have left us, for broken dreams and broken relationships, for the pieces of us that have died inside. Gather it up and journey to the cross where the darkness is overpowering and no hurt is exempt. No pain too large. Set it there at the foot of the cross.
"It is finished"
A redemption larger than we can grasp. Words that calm the hurricane of our grief. The stillness that follows... numbing.
We wait in the stillness, the darkness.
Early morning Easter comes with a new light, an undefeatable hope.
May your journey to the cross and beyond be a source of healing for you as it is for me. Slowly and painfully, I search my heart for all the things I need to set down at the cross and prayerfully ask for the grace to enter into the promise that lies there.
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