There is nothing shallow about the human emotion called grief. It is deep, so very deep and raw at the core.
It is almost impossible to bear, but necessary to bear all the same time; because at the same depth where grief resides, love also resides, as equal and as fierce.
My grief is so intense, because my love was so fierce.
Sometimes it lays across my shoulders like a light blanket, gently there yet ever present.
Sometimes it crashes in and consumes me, like a tidal wave, where it takes my breath and crushes my body under its weight.
And then grace comes in, just a freely as the grief.
It carries me. Comforts me.
Allows me to smile for a moment.
Grace allows me to remember my son without the pain consuming my heart.
Grace allows me to embrace my seven other children in their pain, to wrap my arms around my sobbing husband.
Grace allows me to wake up and make my bed. To put food in my mouth.
Grace allows me to turn my face to the One who knows me and shelters me under the shadow of His wing.