Grieving and Growing: Move to the Mid-West

The sun has been shining some more each day, which certainly helps the mood. I’ve had moments when I miss what we left behind, particularly when there’s some kind of activity that I have just gotten used to because it’s a part of my rhythm now (yesterday was Cradle Roll Sunday – a time to celebrate the babies in the church). It’s a part of the tension I’m living in right now – grieving, yes, grieving a major loss, but rejoicing in so much, too. Although I tend to be idealistic, there are moments I don’t feel it. Even when the sun finally breaks through what seems like a perpetual gray, I don’t feel like enjoying or celebrating anything.

But then, there are neat, poignant moments of connection, too, that make all of this…make sense. Snippets of conversations. Delicious little discoveries. Bursts of sunlight and warmth. It feels like we’re right where we’re supposed to be…right now. Even if my mind isn’t totally there…ever so slowly but surely, my heart is making the move. And that’s where I see there’s something real and just bizarrely beautiful about grieving and growing…

When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight. ~Kahlil Gibran

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