John: Hey God.
God: Hey John
John: Grief keeps sneaking up on me.
God: That's because grief is like a ninja.
John: When will it leave me alone?
God: Hopefully never.
John: Um. What?!
John: Um. What?!
God: To grieve means that you have loved.
Grieving is one of the truest human experiences
that you will ever participate in. It often arrives
without warning - like a late day summer storm -
obscuring the sun and drenching you in a downpour.
It is a gift, isn't it?
Grieving is one of the truest human experiences
that you will ever participate in. It often arrives
without warning - like a late day summer storm -
obscuring the sun and drenching you in a downpour.
It is a gift, isn't it?
John: Uh, no.
God: Grab a pen and write the following four things down.
God: Grab a pen and write the following four things down.
1) Grief can come and go as it pleases.
You gave it a key to your house at the exact moment you
gave your heart to somebody else.
You gave it a key to your house at the exact moment you
gave your heart to somebody else.
2) Bereavement is the debt you must pay for having loved.
There is no getting over the loss of a beloved who is now
resting in the arms of endless love. Grief has no expectation
date. Despite the passing time, the phantom pain of mourning
is always one memory away from returning.
There is no getting over the loss of a beloved who is now
resting in the arms of endless love. Grief has no expectation
date. Despite the passing time, the phantom pain of mourning
is always one memory away from returning.
3) Of all the emotions you face, grief is the by-far stickiest.
It gets all over everything. Like peanut butter, grief sticks
to the roof of your soul.
It gets all over everything. Like peanut butter, grief sticks
to the roof of your soul.
4) Grief is like an
afternoon thunderstorm
in late July.
afternoon thunderstorm
in late July.
It's the storm
that's always waiting
on the edges
of your most sunny
days to roll
across the horizon
and right over you.
that's always waiting
on the edges
of your most sunny
days to roll
across the horizon
and right over you.
The ghosts of your loved
ones who have died
are the clouds.
ones who have died
are the clouds.
The webbed lighting
illuminating the
dark canvas sky is
their reminder to you
that life is just a
brilliant temporary flash
of time.
dark canvas sky is
their reminder to you
that life is just a
brilliant temporary flash
of time.
It's a reminder
to live now.
to be bold.
to be electric.
to live now.
to be bold.
to be electric.
The pounding rain isn't your tears.
It's the hope of eternal life that
falls on you.
It's the hope of eternal life that
falls on you.
It's that downpour of hope that will
help you grow deep roots in love...
help you grow deep roots in love...
The gale winds
of these storms are
the messages from
those you have
lost to death that
are whispering
to you through the pines
the following psalm:
of these storms are
the messages from
those you have
lost to death that
are whispering
to you through the pines
the following psalm:
"It's okay, my love. Eternity is holding me.
Death isn't an end. Death is a threshold.
I'm still here. I never left. Love doesn't die.
I remain. There is no afterlife. There is only life.
I'm here with you. Love doesn't die."
Death isn't an end. Death is a threshold.
I'm still here. I never left. Love doesn't die.
I remain. There is no afterlife. There is only life.
I'm here with you. Love doesn't die."
It's all such an adventure!
John Roedel
from: Hey God, Hey John
a book about John's simple conversations with God...
from: Hey God, Hey John
a book about John's simple conversations with God...
with thanks to Death Deconstructed
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