Grief and Healing Come in Waves

Two things come in waves:

✅ Grief

✅ Healing

I often walk the waves.  Maybe it’s because of the grief. 

Life literally pulled the rug out from under my feet. 

I’ve lost my dream and it will not be coming back.

Grief is inevitable.  So…I walk. The cold stinging wash wakes me up.

The motion distracts. 

I walk a new path these days. 

Sometimes I appear to have it all together. 

I laugh and cut up and make jokes and wax eloquent. 

Sometimes, however, I’m reminded. Tears choke my throat.  My eyes lower. I can’t look up.

Reality is too hard.    

Grief comes in waves.

When I walk the waves, the water pulls my toes. Water disappears, then returns, taking many things with it.

Shells roll away…then come back.  Sand floats, then settles again. 

Motion

is

a constant.  

Healing comes in waves.

God helps you feel the sensation.  You sense movement. 

For a moment, strength returns…but then flows out again.  

You have to be patient with healing.  It doesn’t come in one strong, soaking crash. 

Healing comes with a long,  subtle push-pull. 

Things may roll away

only to come back.

God may deposit life at your feet

for a  new perspective.

Then life rolls on. 

Healing comes in waves.  Motion is constant.

God is in the grief.

God is in the healing.

God is in the waves.

So…Be patient. Be observant. Step wisely.  Don’t miss the stinging sensation of being alive and learning as you walk.

Grief comes in waves.

So does healing. 

✅ Let them both wash over you …and…

✅ Be patient with yourself and God. 

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