Good morning…
After yesterday’s post, Untangling Our Sadness, a friend wrote: “I can’t remember if I sent this to you. Your post this morning made me think of this jar image. A friend sent it to me and it really spoke to me.”
People tend to believe that grief shrinks over time. What really happens is that we grow around our grief.
“This makes so much sense,” I replied. “We grow around our grief.”
Grief remains.
We let time pass.
Sacred space is made.
We breathe with sorrow.
God expands our innermost being.
We are stretched to hold it all,
what was,
what is,
what will gradually grow to be.
A wise heart is well acquainted with grief, but a foolish heart seeks only pleasure’s company (Ecclesiastes 7:4, VOICE).
…Sue…
