I was thinking about my family this morning. Of all the losses we’ve endured. And how, by the grace of God, we’ve survived them, with more strength and with more faith than we ever imagined we’d need.
But that’s the thing about loss, isn’t it? It comes unbidden into our lives and changes us. And it should. Because we won’t be the same after their last breath. We’ll grow into our new skin, stronger and with renewed faith or we’ll languish in anger and agony. Only one of those choices leads to peace.
I pray that every grief journey we experience in our lifetimes strengthens our faith in things unseen and ends in a peace that goes beyond our understanding. For death is truly not the end, we will see them again.