#Grief will NEVER EVER be my home;
only a gate in my journey whereby I must pass through
but NEVER EVER make my bed in.
From #Wife to #Widow. From #Weeping to #Worship.
From #Weakness to #Warfare:
This wound is deeper than any could ever imagine. It is felt every day I awaken and walk through my home and his tangible presence is no longer to be seen or felt. It is deeper than the mind can comprehend; whose power can violently thrust me into a lake called Despondency.
grieving spurs and the crying without restrain.
It is all there. Especially when I'm alone.
But even in my solitude of painful mourning, Christ gives me joy and laughter where "grief" does not become my "norm" but a process I walk through. For even grief has an expiration date.
Grief! A place I will not remain. Grief! A place I will not make my bed in. Grief!
A place that will not become my habitat because
my Father will not will it.
Though grief is normal, it also has the
power to cripple and paralyze.
I have battled "Grief" in the arena of life before and she is by NO MEANS a friend.
The reason I write, journal, and keep busy about my Father's Kingdom.
Because even in my
transition from wife to widow, I am still a woman with a
mission and a
mandate. I've got to keep pushing beyond the grip of the very "grief"
that would want me to remain a prisoner in the darkness of my pain and
~2016 Narda Goodson
📜 Scriptures to Meditate on:
📝📔 1 Thessalonians 4:13
But we do not want you to be uninformed,
about those who are asleep, that you may not grieve as others do who have no hope.