What I Know About Grief
When I say I know something about grief, I’m not saying I understand your pain.
I’m whispering that I have also grieved.
When I speak of God’s grace, I speak of it reverently, confessing that I have stumbled,
doubted, and cried my way to God’s mercy.
When I speak of surviving grief, I am not saying I am strong, I am professing that I am weak and continue to pray daily for strength.
When I share my story, I’m not saying I have all the answers to grief’s questions.
I’m saying I’m willing to let you see inside my pain.
When I offer you my hand, it’s not because I am more courageous than you.
I offer because I understand weakness, imperfect faith, and vulnerability.
When I speak of God’s healing, it doesn’t mean I don’t still feel the sting of grief.
It means I’ve found hope during moments of God’s tender comfort.
When I mention faith, it’s not because I have found a formula for surviving loss.
It means I am here because God helped me find my way through the darkness.
From “Grieving Forward” by Susan Duke
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