Good morning…
Some losses are excruciating. Life seems to be running smoothly. Hopes and dreams are gelling. We are savoring a sense of settled satisfaction. Then WHAM! Life falls apart. Near perfection unravels. The daily drive keeping us alive ends abruptly, unexpectedly.
How do we rise up from bed the morning after? How do we rise up to face the devastation, the disappointments, the dreaded dialogues, “What really happened?” How do we rise up to falter forward into a fearful, formless future? Rising up requires our human effort when we have no strength to carry on.
Maybe we do not rise up. Maybe we collapse into the care of our Creator, and gently we are lifted, we are carried, we are held and helped and healed.
I will exalt you, Lord,
for you lifted me out of the depths
and did not let my enemies gloat over me.
Lord my God, I called to you for help,
and you healed me.
You, Lord, brought me up from the realm of the dead;
you spared me from going down to the pit (Psalm 30:1-3, NIV).
After life-altering loss, we do not rise up, gradually we are lifted.
…Sue…
