Saturday, May 2, 2026

When the Heart Mourns

 

Grief can look different for those with hope in Christ

There is a sacred language spoken in grief—one that does not always use words...

There is a sacred language spoken in grief—one that does not always use words. It is felt in silence, in tears, in the quiet absence of someone deeply loved. Whether the loss is a spouse, a parent, a child, or a dear friend, grief is not weakness. It is love with nowhere to go.

“The Lord is nigh unto them that are of a broken heart; and saveth such as be of a contrite spirit.”
— Psalm 34:18 (KJV)

What It Means to Grieve

To grieve is to honor what was real. It is the soul acknowledging that something precious has been lost.

“Jesus wept.”
— John 11:35 (KJV)

If Christ Himself wept, then grief is not something to suppress—it is something to carry, with God near.

How We Should Grieve—and Why

“To every thing there is a season… a time to weep, and a time to mourn…”
— Ecclesiastes 3:1,4 (KJV)

Grief is not meant to be rushed or corrected. It is a season allowed by God for healing.

“Casting all your care upon him; for he careth for you.”
— 1 Peter 5:7 (KJV)

Do Not Judge Another’s Grief

“Judge not, that ye be not judged.”
— Matthew 7:1 (KJV)

“Who art thou that judgest another man’s servant?”
— Romans 14:4 (KJV)

Grief is not identical from one heart to another. What looks like silence in one may be survival. What looks like tears in another may be love still speaking. You may see another filled with peace, comfort, and hope, celebrating their loved one's life. Why? Because they know, even though brokenhearted, they will see their loved one again. Grief is not "one size fits all."

Why It Matters to God

“Bear ye one another’s burdens, and so fulfil the law of Christ.”
— Galatians 6:2 (KJV)

“A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold in pictures of silver.”
— Proverbs 25:11 (KJV)

God sees how we respond to the brokenhearted. Compassion honors Him. Judgment grieves what He holds close.

How We Are Called to Respond

“Weep with them that weep.”
— Romans 12:15 (KJV)

Not to fix—but to sit. Not to correct—but to care.

Just be there. Sit beside them in the quiet. Let their grief breathe. Offer kindness without condition.

Hope Beyond the Grief

Even in sorrow, there is a quiet thread of hope for those who are in Christ. Death is not the end—it is a crossing into His presence.

“We are confident, I say, and willing rather to be absent from the body, and to be present with the Lord.”
— 2 Corinthians 5:8 (KJV)

Those we love are not lost—they are held by Him, whole and at peace.

“But I would not have you to be ignorant, brethren, concerning them which are asleep, that ye sorrow not, even as others which have no hope.”
— 1 Thessalonians 4:13 (KJV)

This does not mean we do not weep, but that we do not grieve without hope.

“And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain…”
— Revelation 21:4 (KJV)

So while we mourn their absence, we can also hold a quiet gladness—knowing they are with Christ.

Grief and hope can live in the same heart. Tears and peace can walk side by side.

From earth to ink… we hold space, we honor love, we remain.

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A Whim to Write
On the art of starting again

I have a whim to write so write I will.
Can’t believe I am being this still.

I type and I type to no avail.
I can’t believe it, so I guess I will.

What says the key — can it really be
an a or a y? I really can’t say why.

I have a whim to write, so write I will.
When night time comes, I pick up my quill.

Some say I’m lazy and others say naught.
When I sit here and write, I’m not such a snot.

I love the sound of the keys that clank,
or the pen that strikes as I sit down to write.

Well here we go again, picking up where we left off —
not quite sure what to write, but at least it’s a start.

Good night my protagonist.
It was good to see you again.
I’ll finish your scene without you letting out a scream.

The days are long and the nights too short.
I’ll finish your story sometime in the morning.

With coffee brewed and in the mood,
I’ll pick up where we left off,
and again we will start.

— Written in 2015

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