Grief

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Greif, flows like a river through the course of our veins. It gushes its way though our arteries, like Old Faithful, searching for our hearts. The harsh coldness of its anguish, pumps though our thoughts and minds, with every beat that it takes.

Greif has no mercy on its victims. It can strike with a sudden shocking blow that knocks you flat on the ground. Or, it can deliver itself after years of observing pain and suffering, leaving you standing in shock and disbelief.

It slices though the very core of ones soul, taking with it, perhaps your very own desire to go on living.

One moment the sound of a babies cry fills the room . . . the next moment silence.

In that one moment, the earth stands still. It is when the silence fills the gaps between the cries, a part of us dies.

One-minute the eyes of a loved one are open . . . the next minute they quietly shut.

In that one-minute, when the reflection in their eyes goes out, a part of us leaves too.

Grief has no friends. It only brings us misery and attacks the heart and soul with such an unbearable pain that no pill, no drug, no person can ease it or take it away.

It ushers in loneliness, confusion, bewilderment, and worse of all doubt. We blame, we accuse, we curse, we cry, we look for fault, and place quilt on ourselves.

Filled with grief-stricken pleas of why . . . why . . . why?

“Why, God,” we ask, “Why?”

We give grief a foundation to build on with one,"Why" at a time. A wall of isolation, surrounded with uncertainty, and filled with disbelief keeps us from others.

But, worst of all, from God.

So never, forget . . .

"Many are the afflictions of the righteous, but the Lord delivers him out of them all." Psalm 34:19

. . . He is our only salvation, our only way through, our only way out of grief's ugly hold.

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