Grief

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Joining with the #Five Minute Friday group of writers to free write on a one word prompt for 5 minutes. Today’s prompt is: Grief.

Grief is such a mixture of emotions, a real rollercoaster, it is also a very personal and very indivualistic thing, with people responding/coping with grief in different ways,

There is no right way to grieve, you have to just find your own way through it, you have to make space for it in your life and you have to cut yourself a little slack along the way.

One thing I do know is that suppressing grief does not work, it will find its way out in someway and at sometime. It may manifest itself in bitterness and resentment; it may catch you unawares years later when faced with a similar situation. So grief is a process, one we have to allow to do its work. If we hadn’t felt so deeply, we wouldn’t be feeling the grief so deeply, we have loved and lost; we had expectations and they were killed; we had hope and it was extinguished. We need to come to a place of acceptance of these things and allow grief to do it’s work in our life, till we can again see the light of life and find the Lord of life who will wipe away every tear.

to grant to those who mourn in Zion—
    to give them a beautiful headdress instead of ashes,
the oil of gladness instead of mourning,
    the garment of praise instead of a faint spirit;
(Is 61:3)

12 thoughts on “Grief”

  1. ‘We need to come to a place of acceptance of these things and allow grief to do it’s work in our life, till we can again see the light of life and find the Lord of life who will wipe away every tear’. Amen. Beautifully said.

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  2. It is true – even grief has a work to do in our lives. It all serves purposes often beyond our understanding or ability to see at first. I’m grateful for the tender way our God works in the most difficult of times and brings healing. Blessings to you, Wemi!

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  3. If you push away your sorrow,
    it will just return;
    perhaps next week, perhaps tomorrow,
    and then you’re sure to learn
    that life’s best taken as it comes,
    both trumpet-days of joy
    and muffled funerary drums
    that grieve, but don’t destroy
    the memory of what’s been lost,
    but makes it stand, defined
    by our facing what it cost,
    and how the heart’s refined
    by knowing that we can survive
    the cutting pain of sadness’ knives.

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