9 months today.  9 months and still we grieve. But we are learning as well.  Grief is a teacher of sorts…

I have a love/hate relationship with this thing we call grief.  I am certain I do not need to list the reason I hate grief.  We all know what those are instinctively.  The pain is unimaginable and indescribable.

But there is another side of grief.  A teaching side, an educator. Of course I would never have chosen this relentless roller coaster of pain, but it has taught me so much already and I imagine it will whisper words of wisdom to my soul, the rest of my days. I pray I have ears to hear…

grief has taught me to trust more deeply…

grief has taught me to love more profoundly…

grief sharpens my vision, and I see this life and the life to come more clearly…

grief has increased my capacity to relish the moments of joy with less struggle and expectation…

grief clarifies what is important and what is not, weaning me from idolatrous cravings for what the world has to offer…

grief has taught me it’s the little things that come together and make a life…

I am grateful for the teaching side of grief…