Whenever we moved, I didn't cope terribly well. I found a way to manage the feelings of grief I had by heading out the door and going for a walk . . . . At night. My parents didn't always find this comforting. But I had no other way of dealing with the deep feelings that I couldn't name and had difficulty holding. |
Children and young people bang up against the edges of life's deepest places. Are they able to process the darker experiences of life in safe ways? Who is guiding them as they make sense of what is beyond their grasp? How do we give a sense of sacredness to the experiences of their lives? Are we open to the God stuff that happens at that time for them?
May the grieving that any young people and children face, have room for adults who can sit with them, and help them hold the difficult emotions that come. God's deep peace, comfort them in the night.