Have you ever been to the ocean and swam and played in the surf? I remember when we lived in Panama, and it was my first time (only time) to ever live near the ocean. I loved the beach! I loved the ocean! But the waves were scary to me! I'd much rather swim in a pool where the only waves are the sloshing of water from people diving in and playing. But, in the ocean, I learned that waves come, and pass over and around you, and then they're gone. Grief is like that. It comes in waves. Sometimes it feels like it's going to sweep me away. But then it's gone again, and I'm at peace until the next wave. Waves at the ocean are normal. It's the way the ocean works. And waves of grief are normal. It's the way grief works.
Already in the past week, I've figured this out. It's important to let the waves comes, realizing it's going to pass, and then I'll be ok again. There will be another wave coming, but it's ok. It will pass too.
Sometimes at the beach, there are places with especially rough or dangerous currents, and there are warning signs not to go there. In the same way, there are places in my mind where God has posted warning signs. He tells me, don't go there, in my thoughts. I'm safe if I heed that warning.
Another sight common in deep or troubled with water is a buoy that is anchored to something solid. Of course, that buoy and that anchor is faith and trust in God. I cling to him and I am safe.
Sara Faith Nelson
Sharing the journey, because, I find there are so many others making the trek through life without a loved one