Life has gone sad lately.
And I’ve been craving the quiet—still paths to ponder and think.
It began to happen all at once.
My daughter was pregnant, and then she wasn’t–she lost her baby–our first grandchild.
Then two of my best friends had sudden, close deaths in their families.
So much sadness at once!
I find myself longing for music–long, low songs filled with emotion. Most any kind, as long as it calls to the heart.
I want to feel the pain, the sorrow, the missing someone I never really knew, yet loved. I want to feel the hurt for friends, and my daughter, who are on journeys of grief, deeper than my own.
I have decided grieving is a journey with no destination–for sorrow has a home all its own. And for everyone it is unique, and there is no way to know when you are there, or if it’s good to arrive–or not.
It is like traveling in tunnel, with only windows that others peek in. They try to come in, but they can’t–for your sorrow is yours, not theirs.
How can another know the love you lost?
Yet, in the dark, still of the quiet night—I found there is One Who walks beside me.
And so I rest in His arms, this God in flesh, the “Man of sorrows, acquainted with deepest grief…” He knows. (Is. 53:3)
Alas, we women often cope with pain by staying busy; I can’t do it this time. So, I will be taking a break from regular blogging, to find solace in the silence, solitude with God, and time with family and friends. Though I will be perusing others’ posts to find inspiration and the joy of community…hopefully the desire to write will return in time!
My many thanks to the WordPress Community 🙂