The Name of the Lord is like a strong tower. The righteous run to it and are safe. Proverbs 18:10
Here it comes. I can feel the emotional tide rising. The ebb and flow of grief grants me a respite now and then, days when I don't feel it quite so much. But, it returns as surely as the tide comes in. I suppose I will live with this ebb and flow for the rest of my life. That's what scares me, I think. I wish it was as easy as being able to "get over it," but there is no such thing.
I'm thankful emotions are not at high tide all the time, but I dread these days. I feel overwhelmed like a boat that's swamped and listing severely, nearly overturned. I read once that sailors on the old clipper ships would climb into the rigging and wrap themselves into the ropes. It was safer than to be washed overboard on deck. I relate to that picture. I climb to places of safety and wait for emotional waves to pass. God's Word, journaling, and supportive friends are my safe places. I learn to cope with the ebb and flow of grief. That's the best I can do, because it will always be with me.
Sara Faith Nelson
Sharing the journey, because, I find there are so many others making the trek through life without a loved one