For When It Just Keeps Coming
We all experience different seasons in our lives. The last few years have been one long season of loss. Yesterday, Keith’s grampa passed away, one of our dear friends is still very ill, and another close friend’s dad’s cancer is back with a vengeance. Many of our friends and family are experiencing the loss of loved ones, of jobs, of pregnancies, of what they hoped might have been. I don’t mean to complain, I’m just making some observations.
Sometimes life is just so hard. And there are other times when the hard just keeps coming. It can feel suffocating, like there’s no air to breath: like a dream where you’re drowning and can only thrash around.
And yet, it’s during those drowning, breathless times when we can simultaneously experience great joy and incredible peace.
I keep coming back to the verse below over and over again. What if we always chose to be rooted into something strong and steady? What if I didn’t let my overwhelming emotions dictate my experience?
Loss of any kind is hard. Sadness is a deep, deep pain as a result of that loss. We can’t skip sadness. We can’t decide not to grieve and still expect to heal. We can, however, choose to experience hope as a part of the healing process and that’s what makes all the difference.