Grief 5: Peace
As soon as I lie down, I fall peacefully asleep, for you alone, O LORD, bring security to my dwelling.
Psalm 4
Perhaps it is the glorious sunshine, or the warmth in the air. Perhaps it is my beautiful daffodils—or the music of Easter—but today is a joyful one. OR maybe the privilege of being a Eucharistic minister today.
My last counseling session was simple and good. I think I've come to terms with the nature of grief. It isn't collapsing in pain or uncontrollable tears. There is some sadness, yes, but not a debilitating amount. Regret? Not over my marriage, but I'm letting go of some over parenthood.
My grief is more general malaise and weariness as I adjust to new realities and expectations. It is an inability to imagine the future, which is undoubtedly a good thing. It is work, but it is manageable and it will pass. For now—one day at a time, one step at a time.
And I'm remembering His "word is a lamp unto my feet."
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