The power to walk through the grief and embrace it. To go, trembling, into the pain, and emerge slowly on the other side.
To smile, even laugh, amongst tears and heaviness. To embrace the light and goodness of a moment in the day of sorrow.
To be sad, to cry, to hug and be held.
To look the pain full in the face and decide to hold on to life, and all that that means.
Take a deep breath, and another. Drink water.
Spend your thoughts on today, and leave the future for later.
Take this moment, right here, and breathe. Make it good. Give it life, and accept the gift that a frozen yet ever-moving space in time can give.
Don’t burden yourself with later.
Don’t pile years of un-happened anguish on this fragile breath. Set it aside. Release it to the wild, to be what it might be.
Give it, and God, the freedom to be what you can’t expect.
Permission to be something unknown and other.
Maybe even something good.
Seek out hope.
Draw in God’s strength with every breath.
Cry your tears when they come, and let them trace visible marks down your cheeks. And don’t be afraid to laugh in the midst of them. Feel foolish, feel broken, feel miserable. But feel it.
Remember. The way forward lies through the pain, not around it.
So take a new grip with your tired hands and stand firm on your shaky legs.
Mark out a straight path for your feet.
Then those who follow you, though they are weak and lame,
will not stumble and fall
but will become strong.