The three R’s; realize, recognize and rebuild, intertwine on the path of grief. I weave and twist my way around and through them, aiming for the Christ. There is no point whining about what I would like to have. This is my life. I keep reminding myself that attitude is 90% of success.
A ‘comforter’ suggested that my grief gives me an opportunity to rebuild my life. I quite loved my old one. Still, rebuilding is a necessity because I can’t have it back.
It takes a while to realize that because we keep hoping for a footstep in the hall, a shout out of “Hi. I’m home!” We find we own things we never wanted. Mirage-like we see our loved ones in a crowd, while knowing it is impossible.
For the hopeless, all hope is gone but for those who know Christ? We cherish the hope of heaven, the expectation of meeting our loved ones again.
Unless you are in our place, you have no idea how hard it is. Still, we go on, step by step and day by day, putting on our best face, moving through our circumstances.
In other words, we suck it up and bloom where we are planted.
Psalm 143:7-8 – Answer me speedily, O Lord; My spirit fails! Do not hide Your face from me, Lest I be like those who go down into the pit. Cause me to hear Your lovingkindness in the morning, For in You do I trust; Cause me to know the way in which I should walk, For I lift up my soul to You (NKJV).
Prayer: Lord, when circumstances pour over us, sucking us down into the pit of self-pity and depression, grab onto us and haul us out, just as you promised…thanks. Amen.