It's hard to say goodbye - especially when the one we are saying goodbye to, holds a certain kind of vulnerability. Our family recently had to say goodbye to our beautiful fluff ball companion. There has not been one minute of my day - awake or asleep, that hasn't been impacted by this loss. It has cut deep. And for the time first time in 23 years, I have no shadow. I also recently had an encounter with a mother who had made the decision to |
It is seems like it should be harder to hold honest pain, but this experience has brought something significant, it is the dishonest pain that is much much harder. The lie, the deceit, the hiding behind, the shiftiness. . . . . no, that is not the invitation into real authentic relationships with each other as humans or with God. The truth will not be hidden, and it will always find a way to surface and reveal itself. The guises and masks of fakeness will only rip apart and tear themselves down.
The loss is hard, is painful and deep. But I would rather lean into the honest pain, than the dishonest pain. May we seek to be people who bear the honest pain of God in all of our living . . . . and show up the dishonest pain of what is not of God.
And for those of you who today land in a place where grief strings play its song in heart, you aren't alone in that song. Care to you in this moment.