Waves of Grief

Waves of grief come and go. There are seasons that sometimes are measured in days others in weeks where the tide is low and life resumes normalcy. Other seasons measured with the same variable metric are felt with the sting of waves crashing as the tides rise and the shoreline of your heart takes on a new look. Those are the seasons most difficult to navigate as they consume, distract, erode, and challenge even the most fundamental activities of life. Sleep escapes. Emotions are numb. Hollow chest. Surprise tears fall in the most awkward of moments. Just below the surface of each breath is a hurt so big waiting to escape that shallow breaths are all one can muster. 

As I opened the door to empty space where personal belongings once laid, it was quickly apparent, the emptiness of the room represented the emptiness in my chest. No tears fell. Simply a pause. Pause of breathing. Pause of heart beat. Pause. Pause in the void. 

What now. What next. I don’t even know what to think let alone say. So, in the void, silence permeates the air.

Grieving can be a very lonely process even amongst others sharing your grief. 

The sun rises and sets. Life continues. Work. Dinner. Bills. Errands. Phone calls. Text messages. Social media. Life. 

The grief hasn’t left. Despite life. It stays. In the background of every move. Sleep continues to escape. The alarm rings with the start of the next day. Life becomes a blur as the days run together for this season. 

Gently, lovingly, gracefully, the tug at the heart happens. A reminder. I am here. I have not left. I have wept beside you. I am ready. Comfort. Peace. Healing. Rest. Are you ready. For me. My child, let me wipe your tears, lift your head, heal your heart, and return your joy. 

The perfect gentleman. Ready, with every single thing you need at the very moment you are willing and ready to accept. His love knows no measure. His hands tenderly hold your provision if only you’ll reach out and accept. His shadow offers a soft place of rest if only you’ll lie down. 

I have spent seasons of grief alone carrying the hurt so big it’s paralyzed my life. All to discover that every time I am willing and ready, He answers with just what I need to be whole once more. 

Friend, Jesus waits with open loving arms ready to deliver your provision to you in this moment. Invite him into your season. Let him turn mourning into dancing. Let him help you breathe in and breathe out inhaling his Spirit while exhaling your hurt. He is your comfort. He is your healer. Bobbie

“The righteous cry out, and the Lord hears them; he delivers them from all their troubles. The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.”

‭‭Psalms‬ ‭34:17-18‬ ‭NIV‬‬