Grief can be crippling, but we all walk though it sooner or later. And we all need guidance on surviving-grief. Here’s what I experienced:
My brother and I walked through the front door of the hospital as my cell phone started ringing. Alarm bells went off in my head because I couldn’t think of anyone that might call at that moment. I pulled out my phone and it was the hospital. I knew it must be bad news. I picked up and the nurse told me they needed me to come right away without saying Mamma had passed away.
We hurried to her room. My uncle and a friend stood by the bedside. I was so glad she wasn’t alone. They had been singing when she died. How sweet. My brother and I weren’t there. We had been at the funeral home planning.
An hour or so later, they came for the body and we stepped outside. What an empty feeling. A few minutes later, they wheeled her out. The man from the funeral home handed me a tiny butterfly to symbolize that she had flown away. That didn’t help the ache in my soul. I’d rather have my mother.
Let’s get some insight on grief from the Word:
Psalm 88:3 For my soul has had enough troubles, And my life has drawn near to Sheol.
I am reckoned among those who go down to the pit; I have become like a man without strength,
Forsaken among the dead, Like the slain who lie in the grave,
Whom Thou dost remember no more,
And they are cut off from Thy hand.
Thou hast put me in the lowest pit,
In dark places, in the depths.”
This is the only psalm that doesn’t end on a happy note. The person is grieving. And that’s serious business that we should allow them to experience Americans do not grieve well. My guest is Yvonne Ortega and she has written From Broken to Beautiful Through Grief. She will share her insights on grief and healing.
You can find her here.