What does grief look like?
If you could draw a picture of your grief, what would you draw?
Several weeks ago I was encouraged to draw a picture of my grief. I can show you what I think a picture of my grief would look like…
Isn’t it beautiful? The clouds are grey, however, they’re just that, clouds. Eventually, they will go away and the sun will shine bright.
There’s a beautiful tree in the forefront which represents life, flourishing life, and strength. Trees are strong, this one in particular has weathered many storms and it’s still standing. And lastly, the hills. The beautiful green smooth hills. Sitting at the very top of these hills makes me feel so close to the heavens.
Time has passed, and I’m learning to let go of the pain and hurt, the bitterness… that follows loosing someone dear to you. I’m learning to embrace the beautiful memories they left behind, the things they taught me, the things I learned from them. The person I became because of them. They are not gone, just resting some place safe.
The picture of my grief is one of temporary grey skies, yet with the knowledge that, losing my loved one is not something to be so mournful about because I know my loved one is with the Lord, hence, the tree which signifies life. And I love the look of the hills and mountains, set right in the middle of this picture, I think it’s perfect. Moses went up to the mountain to draw near to God, to converse with Him. What I feel is special about this picture is that I’ve climbed those hills and I’ve sat right at the top of them, and spent personal time conversing with God. I feel it’s a beautiful portrait of my grief. It says, “Although you’re gone, I’m comforted knowing you’re some place safe. And although you’re there, and I’m still here… we’re still very close to one another because we both have God with us.”
I’ll miss my loved one, but I’m comforted in knowing that they are with the Lord. It is the part of missing them tremendously, that hurts.
Through this experience, I’ve learned that… many times when we lose something we love, the process of getting through grieving can become hindered due to our inability to forgive. I’ve learned that we must forgive; forgive the person or the thing we feel had/has offended us, or hurt us. Monty Williams forgave the driver who crashed into his wife’s car causing her death. Others have to forgive the deceased. And others have to forgive themselves, or their relatives. Some have to do all four. Forgiveness sets us free. When it’s difficult to forgive, we should try to remember at least this one thing: we choose to forgive so that we can be and feel, free.
Instead of attaching a video of a song, I’d like to share a poem with you titled, What God Hath Promised, by Annie Johnson Flint.
It is a poem, and a song, I treasure and keep close to my heart.
Until next time…
WHAT GOD HATH PROMISED
God hath not promised skies always blue,
Flower strewn pathways all our lives through,
God hath not promised sun without rain,
Joy without sorrow, peace without pain.
But God hath promised strength for the day,
Rest for the labor, light for the way,
Grace for the trials, help from above,
Unfailing sympathy, undying love.
God hath not promised we shall not know
Toil and temptation, trouble and woe;
He hath not told us we shall not bear
Many a burden, many a care
God hath not promised smooth roads and wide,
Swift, easy travel, needing no guide;
Never a mountain rocky and steep,
Never a river turbid and deep.
(On a side note. I am going to try to be consistent in posting in this series twice a week: On Thursdays and on Sundays. I will also try to post random updates not related to this series at other times throughout the week.)