Wednesday, November 25, 2009


My daughter grieves. I swear I feel her pain as my own.

Grief is necessarily associated with loss and accompanying sorrow. It goes deep. It leaves you hollow, wandering, sick, and helpless.

The recent months have been marked by much grief. The marks remain, but time has moved past. Now I am in a new field of grief. Pain is fresh and real, deep and hard. She reels, I reel. Soon we will move past this field as well. How I cannot say. It never seems possible at the time.

And He holds us through it all. Through it all.


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