Grief

It has no sympathy.
It will tear you down, crushing the spirit.
It will break you, too difficult to stand on your feet.
It will keep you face down, to your knees.
It will keep you up all night, stalking your thoughts.
It will make you restless, too difficult to freely breathe in life.
It will make you want to scream endlessly, bringing some relief, yet paralyzing.
It will keep presenting itself, greeting you with a memory of the loss.
It has no sympathy for the well-being.
It keeps knocking at the door of your heart.
The heart where you feel the most.
In a dark place where the light is dim, yet shining some hope.
It will continue to bring tears to her eyes like a river,
day in 
day out.
Some say it will get easier. 
Some say it will get better with time.
Where is the truth in those senseless words.
It doesn't get easier.
It doesn't get better.
It means nothing to her.
Adapting, adjusting and living.
When time is all she has.
Time doesn't heal.
Jesus heals, only if you allow Him to.
Let Him. 
Whispers in her ears... let Him.
Effort is a struggle, yet not impossible for God.
Grief is an enemy.
Tearing, breaking, crushing.
Loneliness creeps from behind, 
leaving her standing alone in the rain,
finding refuge.
God is her only shelter, bringing her in from the rain.
Hope is near.
Keeping the faith.
Drawing in coverage from grief that continues to strike her down when 
she feels a glimpse of relief.
She is ok, then she is not ok.
Grief will remind you of death.
Then it will remind you that life is temporary.
It will remind you of forever.
The reality is that death comes to us all.
Eternity is forever.
Eternity is real.
Jesus is real.
Jesus is eternal life.
So I must cling to Him and 
not let go.