DailyRead-Art-wlogoReading:  Revelation 21:4
‘He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death’ or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.”

 

Grief is the ultimate tracker. It finds you. I was on a cruise, halfway across the Atlantic, surrounded by fun and food, isolated from interruption, detached from all digital tethers. I was working my way through a stack of novels my usual schedule will not allow. It was before the dawn, and I was looking out over the ocean with a steaming cup of coffee, with nothing to do – but relax and enjoy. It was there that grief found me. A phrase in a novel opened some closet in my soul and everything behind the door fell out. I felt my father – missed my father – grieved for my father – remembered our best moments … and his last moments. Eighteen months ago we said goodbye and grief made its rough intrusion into my life. I gave grief a corner and a bit of time for his healing works. One day he was gone, and I thought (against the advice I give others) … I imagined that his work was done. I imagined myself the exception to the rule, but flights of imagination tend to crash and mine crashed at sea. I had nothing to fear. Grief was just checking in, reminding me of the glory of fatherhood, the beauty of son-ship, the power of a temporary loss, and the certainty of a coming place and time where grief will no longer be able to track me down.

 

reposted with permission from onehope.net

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