
She will take shape in the form of unanswerable questions or unexplainable experiences (Batterson, 95). If you're not careful, she will gradually reorient your entire life. She will make you angry, enslave you in self-pity, plague you with unavoidable fretfulness, coax you towards shameful behavior and even infect you with feelings of worthlessness.
Let me repeat, if you're not careful, Grief will reorient your life. She is dangerous, folks.
Although Grief is never welcomed, she has a way of making herself very comfortable with her host. Like Death, Grief lurks in the shadows, ready to take the life of someone who has experienced incredible loss. She awaits a broken marriage. She flirts with the tormented addict. She opens her arms to the abused and molested. And of course, berates the widowed.
In his book, A Grief Observed, C.S. Lewis chronicles his journey toward understanding this inevitable encounter. The death of his wife lead Lewis down "a cycle of restlessness, rage, grasping, surrender and serenity, followed by fresh tears and disbelief" (Schroedel, Boundless.org). This truth is further evidence that even some of the most respected and well versed in Bible are able to fall prey to the demons that Grief brings along.
Please, please, I advice anyone who may be communing with Grief right now. Watch her ways. You must release her; not isolate her. In other words, if you are hurting, you will need to talk it out or express it. You can not hold onto those hurts. You will need to invite Jesus Christ to fight on your behalf. You will need to invite others to fight for you. Please understand, you can not afford to NOT do this.
When someone loses something or someone, there is a lot of mourning that takes place after that loss. Healing takes place when we invite others along the journey. If talking about it makes you uncomfortable now. Fine, that too is okay, but please, know that you can't hold back for long. Ultimately, you must unleashed Grief. Let go of her in the way of an email to a friend, some paint on a canvas, or a letter to yourself.
Why do I say all this? Well, it's because I've learned it. In fact, I've encountered Grief several times this year. While I know there is more morning for me ahead, I suspect God will soon allow me to get reacquainted with Joy. I can't wait to see her again.





















