Good Grief

“Courage is forged in pain, but not in all pain. Pain that is denied or ignored becomes fear or hate. Anger that is never transformed becomes resentment and bitterness.” - Brené Brown

Maybe I correlate grief with pain, or rather, pain with grief. Yet, for as much pain as grief has caused me, I find a strange sense of beauty about it. Maybe because grief means you loved and maybe even were loved. It means you were and are human. It means you had the courage to give enough of yourself away to someone or something that it pains you when it was lost or left. It means there are things you treasured; there are things you find worth treasuring. It means you have love to give. Grief is beautiful because it shows us how weak we are. It shows us that we are always broken and always breaking - things, people, ourselves, etc. and are in need of one who offers wholeness. It’s beautiful because it brings us back to that One. At the end of grief is the One who makes us whole and a knowledge of Him we never would have had before.

“We are not responsible for what breaks us but we can be responsible for what puts us back together again.”– Desmond Tutu

Again.

It is the journey back to again.