I felt sad over Easter. I celebrated Christ’s resurrection from the dead while longing for the “resurrection” of things once vibrantly alive in my life, now buried. Grief is an evidence of life. Our grief can be like a loved poem that we read again and again, and the lines become smoothed over by the repetition and channel us into a new understanding, a new direction. “… faith and patience inherit the promises” Hebrews 6:12
Your words remind me of the “now and now yet” quality of our lives on earth. You captured this reality in your words “grief is an evidence of life.” So true! Peace to you, friend.
I felt sad over Easter. I celebrated Christ’s resurrection from the dead while longing for the “resurrection” of things once vibrantly alive in my life, now buried. Grief is an evidence of life. Our grief can be like a loved poem that we read again and again, and the lines become smoothed over by the repetition and channel us into a new understanding, a new direction. “… faith and patience inherit the promises” Hebrews 6:12
Your words remind me of the “now and now yet” quality of our lives on earth. You captured this reality in your words “grief is an evidence of life.” So true! Peace to you, friend.