What is compelling about loss is that we know that everyone will at some time be challenged by its touch. Folks are looking for a road map, not answers per se, but the suggestion of a route to take, to traverse that rough terrain when their turn inevitable comes up.
When disaster like Morgan’s murder occurs, your life is shattered. You become addled and disoriented. Logic and experience no longer point to a direction you can follow.
That is precisely the place where you can either choose to break or surrender. When you are so overwhelmed by grief that you throw it in and yield. This is the point where transfiguration and grace happens.
If I have any advice or wisdom to pass along to others confronting devastating loss, it would be to surrender to this mystery of faith more easily than I have done. I have stubbornly clung to my charade of control and wrestle often with “why” and “how can it be?”
I find my bearings and comfort only when I step on the fragile tenuous platform of my faith. Persistently returning to the knowledge that God is in this experience somewhere. Only good can come from this because God is here. Trust that God’s plan is good. Surely the presence is in this place, love is in this place, healing is in this place; renewal and growth are in this place.
I am finding a path though I still have a long way to go. I can sense that I have grown, not grateful for the experience yet, but finding some acceptance. Life is intended for good. Don’t succumb to doubt and fear. God will take care of us. This may not be what we wanted but something good will come from it and has come from it.
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