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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)

Man of Sorrows

Sharing today a post I wrote for our Church’s Peace in the Storm Daily Devotions:

I have a friend who is overcome by grief just now.

Not just the grief of recent weeks and recent losses, but all the griefs and all the losses and all the hurts from all the years of her life.  She is completely engulfed.

I feel for her, my heart aches for her, but I am unable to reach her at this time.

The problem with being engulfed like that is that it is all-consuming, it is all we think about, from the moment we raise our weary head to the moment we put it down again.  There is no light or spark at the moment, nor even light at the end of the tunnel, just grief.

Total, engulfing grief.  Grief from one day’s end to another.  Grief which overcomes.  Grief which wearies and saps our strength and yes even our faith.

Where do we go with our grief?  Who will lift this grief from us?  Who will carry it for us?

The Prophet Isaiah speaks of Jesus when he says:

“He was despised and rejected of men, a man of sorrows and acquainted with grief: and we hid as it were our faces from him; he was despised, and we esteemed him not.

Isaiah 53:4

Surely, he hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows: yet we did esteem him stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted.

But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.”


Only to Jesus can we go with such grief.

Only Jesus will lift this grief from us.

Only Jesus will carry it for us.

Only Jesus.

I know it is hard for my friend to even look out of her grief enough to be able to look up and look to Jesus.  But one look at a time, one tear at a time, one sigh at a time, one lifting of a prayer at a time and Jesus will come, that man of sorrows who is acquainted, who knows all about grief, will come and ease and lift that burden of sorrow and pain and grief.

My friend, you are not alone in your grief, Jesus is there, Jesus is with you in it and Jesus will help you carry it.