Grief can be a powerful thing. The psalmist wrote, “I am worn out with grief. Every night my bed is damp from my weeping; my pillow is soaked with tears. I can hardly see; my eyes are swollen from my weeping" (Psalm 6:6).
Grief eventually comes to each one of us. The great poet, Alfred Lloyd Tennyson, wrote, “Never morning wore to evening, but some heart did break.”
Everybody grieves differently. No one has all the answers. Nobody has it all figured out, that’s for sure. We all struggle with it in our own way.
The Christian writer Anne Lamott wrote these words that really spoke to me: “You will lose someone you can’t live without, and your heart will be badly broken. The bad news is that you never completely get over the loss of your beloved. But this is also the good news. They live forever in your broken heart that doesn’t seal back up. But you will come through. It’s like having a broken leg that never heals perfectly, that still hurts when the weather gets cold, but you learn to dance with the limp.”
That is the promise of God’s word. Psalm 147:3 declares, “God heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.” There is no timetable or easy fix, but ultimately, the answer to our grief, and learning to dance with a limp, is found in God.