A friend of mine recently asked me how I was doing.
I responded like this:
"You know the ache you get after a substantial surgery. My ache lingers....but its a livable ache..."
In grief...if I feel an ache...let myself feel that ache, right?
Who want's to live with an ache?
Not really hurting...not really well...the ache just sits annoyingly in between.
So am I to let myself feel whatever I feel?
OK fine. I consent. I will let myself feel the ache...I won't run from it or ignore it....
But I also won't accept it.
The ache is unacceptable.
It is not as it ought to be.
I trust the one who says,
"I heard a voice thunder from the Throne: "Look! Look! God has moved into the neighborhood, making his home with men and women! They're his people, he's their God. He'll wipe every tear from their eyes. Death is gone for good—tears gone, crying gone, pain gone—all the first order of things gone." The Enthroned continued, "Look! I'm making everything new"(Rev. 21:3-5)