Grief is not a stranger to me. It followed me since I was a child. It contacted me hundreds of times. I’m exhausted. Sick of crashing into It. Whenever I move, It hits me.
But staying put in one country doesn’t avoid it for it’ll occur again. Either when someone close to me leaves Earth, or when another trigger happens. Flooding me with past memories of countries I used to live in.
I’ll be moving again this year. Which means Grief will again fill me with pain and sorrow. It probably started already. But there’s Someone else with me,
I accepted that I’ll continue to live through grief. I accepted that He allows it for a purpose (Romans 8:28). That grief will fill me with sorrow only for me to empty myself to Him.
So that He’ll fill my life with Comfort, Love, Hope. . .
“Surely he hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows …”
Isaiah 53:4 KJV
“… weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.”
Psalm 30:5 KJV
Very Sincerely Yours,
Clarissa Choo-Choo Train