The shadows on the shades are moving.
The winds are changing.
And here you are, speechless.
The seasons are brief.
The sands of time run through our fingers.
One minute, you’re here.
Next minute, you’re gone.
This vortex- this invisible force that pulls us inward and downward- Who controls it?
Can anyone come back from the dead?
It always hurts. No matter who it is- the news stabs at you. Then it grows- exponentially, each time you fall asleep it multiplies and when you awaken the pain is sharper, more acute, more real. It forms a giant gray cloud all around you. Everything looks wet and blurry, and sometimes it’s hard to breathe. You gasp for air. You want to tell someone but everyone feels the same.
And then, there it is. Everywhere you look, everyone you see will one day die. Yourself included.
But what if someone could stop it? What if someone could stop the hurt? The dying? What if that someone is God? What if He will?
Then the pain waters down. You can breathe again. You can survive. Eventually you become functional. Sometimes stronger. Most of the pain converts to love leftover from the relationship you had. Love. Memories. Peace. Faith. You have come to terms with the loss.
Live your life.
Love your wife.
Love your friends
And who you’ve met.
What you give.
The sun sets.
The day ends.
Making it rise