My mom said something the other day that really stuck to my brain.

In grief, there’s this feeling of ‘how can the world keep moving’. There are moments that I want the world to stop because my world has stopped.

But my mom pointed out, if the whole world stopped, once you’re ready to step back into it, you’d only end up in the same place you left. You wouldn’t be able to move on because the world hasn’t moved on.

Time doesn’t heal all wounds. And some of the wounds it does heal, heal all wonky. Profound grief doesn’t get ‘better’; it doesn’t go away. It just changes.

There’s a word that comes to mind when I think about that.

Bittersweet.

Sweet memories, bitter loss.

Another thing I read lately is from Randy Alcorn’s book Heaven. Right in the introduction, he writes, “I’ve lost people close to me. Actually, I haven’t LOST them, because I know where they are- rather, I’ve lost CONTACT with them.” And honestly, it made so much sense to me!

A thank you to TobyMac who got me moving this morning when I was tempted to go back to bed instead of going to church.