A fresh wave of grief has washed over me, leaving me ragged and grasping for a breath. I am so amazed at how I am never fully prepared for the wave. I can see it in the distant, building and creating more momentum, everyday it seems closer, however still far away until all of the sudden I am entangled by its overwhelming power and relentless force.
I have tried fighting this wave, trying to get my head above the water to just grasp one breath that will give me strength to continue enduring it. However, the more I fight, the more I struggle, the more I get lost into the depth of the ocean of grief.
I am learning to not fight it, not explain it, but allowing it to overcome me, wrap me in its arms and when it is finish it will spit me out and wash me upon the shore of healing.
I am waiting to be washed up, for right now, in this moment I am lost in the wave of grief. I am not alone though, Christ is right here with me in this wave, holding my hand and waiting for me on the shore.