Recently I spoke with a friend of mine who is
experiencing intense grief due to a
tragic loss of a beloved. I too
have had many losses this year. More than
most people experience in a life time let alone a year., so I have been told. My losses may not be as
great as my friend’s loss, but I am finding that grief can be a relative term. In talking about ways to cope with grief
through distractions, the thought came to me that we never lose that
grief. I used to think that when that horrible
tearing pain of grief ended I would be able to move forward.
Let’s get this out on the table at the beginning of
LIFE SUCKS! (sometimes)
am not going to sugar coat that fact nor is it necessary to do so. Life is not fair, nor is life just. I don’t why we presume it will be. Once I accepted that truth, it has made it
easier for me to not have unrealistic expectations of people, places or things.
Life can be very, very difficult. Life can become unbearable and unmanageable. People can hurt and disappoint.
I was up at
Look Rock Tower last week seeking renewal and refreshment after a very long but
productive week. I was waiting for the
sun to burn off the haze of an early morning fog that had laced the mountain
I noticed a
wind had whipped up that swayed the trees and the already dense fog turned ominously
darker and the temperatures dropped as will happen right before a storm. My heart skipped a beat as I knew that I was
at the “top of the world” looking 360 degrees from North Carolina to Maryville
around to Knoxville over to Townsend and back to North Carolina.
This past week of rains flooded a lot of farm land here in Sevier County. I don't remember having seen such flooding in this area. The river at the greenway was swollen and angry. Waves crashed against the pilings of the bridge and the banks of the river had seemingly disappeared. The day was gray and bitter cold. An awesome sight to behold.
I was reminded of the winters of my youth. We children always looked forward to skating on the farmlands that would flood and freeze during winter rains.
With Easter approaching I have often wondered if at the time of the crucifixion that the whole juxposition of the universe shifted. It is that last exhale of Jesus on the cross which sent into effect the resurrection power that I inhale into my lungs which gives me the ability to live each day abundantly in whatever life has to offer.
It is that resurrection power that I breath into my lungs when I breath the first morning air of a pending sunrise. It is that breath of life that I inhale to take the next step at the loss of a loved one.