Journey

This is my testimony. I have seen God bring good. Again, my loss was not good. However, God has used this painful loss to teach me so much. I have been given an opportunity to invest my pain and hope.

I read this entry to Amanda before releasing…and she replied, “Don’t you think that’s a bit much?” So, a woman who fears the Lord is humble, too.

This is all going to sound crazy, I know. But I have been thinking how there are some favorite things about grief. I know. It sounds strange to say. In my journey’s rearview mirror, I have a few favorite things about grief to share with you.

A reminder was hand-delivered that morning on my patio that my first marriage to Kim—regardless of how wonderful—was not the answer to my ultimate delight. My second marriage to Amanda—regardless of how wonderful—is not to be the answer to my ultimate delight.

If you do not understand this faith lesson, you will be forever distracted by the here-and-now. What we see—even these seemingly permanent places—is temporal.

I remembered my own walk into the church over three years before while everyone stood for my family. It’s intended to be a moment to honor the family.

Selling a house is so final. It brings a chapter or a period to an emphatic close. Painful. Even if you know you’re starting a new chapter, it’s a significant step.

One of the key benefits of joining a GriefShare group is the instant sense that you are understood and validated. You escape the busy and chaotic world for an hour or so and dive into a grief subculture long enough to talk to other like-minded people. It’s healing. It’s validating. It’s permission to mourn. But to mourn well.

...complaining seemed very uncomfortable to me. It seemed disrespectful. However, I could not deny it was biblical.

It’s a beautiful paradox. It’s a mysterious gift. His brokenness overwhelms our brokenness. He has been broken to heal us.