Grace For The Grieving

Some Sundays are full and fun.

Some are quiet and restful.

Some Sundays are busy and productive.

Some are, for whatever reason, just …… hard.

I spent the first half of my day just really stuck in grief, sobbing under a blanket and hiding from the world. Then God did what he normally does, showed up. My auntie called asking me about buying steaks from Wegmans and my quiet sobs immediately erupted into loud wailing. “Christie, what’s wrong? Where are the boys? Christie stop crying.” Unable to answer without crying I just listened as she began to console me, knowing what was wrong. My auntie sat for half an hour talking about everything under the sun, including the steaks, and before I knew it I found myself smiling. My sweet auntie had ramble me back to myself.

Grief is hard. And it shows up when it wants to, whether triggered or out of the blue. It’s not a question of if it will show but when. I’m glad I chose to take that call.