We’re not promised a life without pain. What we are promised is that we’re not alone in the storm. “For the battle is not yours, but God’s,” 2 Chronicles 20:15
Grief is a storm. One we’ll experience throughout our lives. It ebbs and flows like the tides that mark the seas. Sometimes, crashing, other times gently lapping at the shores of our souls. With every breath, grief rises and falls, but it always remains. We’ll miss them for the rest of our lives. That’s part of it because so is love, and love doesn’t end with goodbye.
Should you shield the valleys from the windstorms, you would never see the beauty of their canyons.
— Elizabeth Kubler-Ross
Grief is a storm,
that ebbs and flows,
like the tides.
Rising and falling,
with every breath,
until your absence,
is all I breathe.
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