Grief is starting to settle in. No one I know has died. No one has even gotten sick. But the little losses are piling up like snowflakes on a branch. No play dates. No ice cream stop on the way home from work.
I found old notes today about the family vacation we were planning for August. Are we still planning it? I grieve the ability to plan.
There’s a church overlooking Jerusalem built in the shape of a teardrop. It’s where Jesus wept. What a perfect place for a church. When I imagine Jesus crying, I see great love.
I am going to try to welcome grief as the permanent resident it’s bound to become.
I’m going to try to trust that when I welcome grief, I also welcome the love that will bear it.
Sleep well world. God holds you.