Where Grief Lives

In the notes of a song or the scent of a shirt.
In the softness of a blanket or the crease of a shoe.
In a picture on a table or a note in a drawer.

That’s where grief lives.

In a view from a window or the silence in a room.
In a book left unfinished or a project uncompleted.
In a treasure from a trip or a ring no longer worn.

That’s where grief lives.

It makes its home everywhere. It moves in with all its suitcases and baggage and bags. It crawls into secret places, sifts through the heart’s treasures, and wraps itself in the most precious of memories. It burrows into dreams, curls up in tomorrow’s plans, and lays its head on the future’s happiness. It’s as if it is homeless. So it camps out everywhere.

And sometimes, all you can do is remember God’s promises and pray they’re as true now as they’ve ever been.

“I will not leave you comfortless. I will come to you…”  John 14:18
“Blessed are they who mourn for they shall be comforted.”  Matt. 5:4
“He heals the brokenhearted, binding up their wounds.”  Psalm 147:3

And you wait. On God. On healing. On the “peace that passes understanding” (Phil. 4:7) and the “joy that comes in the morning” (Psalm 30:5). Because you believe God. Because you have to. Because He promised. Because He is faithful “yesterday, today and tomorrow” (Heb. 13:8). Because He is still God and He is still good on any given day.

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