We are not promised a life without pain. What we are promised is that we are not alone in the storm. “For the battle is not yours, but Gods,” 2 Chronicles 20:15
Grief is a storm,
that ebbs and flows,
like the tides,
that mark the sea.
Rising and falling,
with every breath,
until your absence,
is all I breathe.
JN Fenwick (© 2022)
“Should you shield the valleys from the windstorms, you would never see the beauty of their canyons.”
~ Elizabeth Kubler-Ross