When Grief is Your Giant...

17 hours ago
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While standing in the bathroom one evening, brushing my teeth before bed, I heard in my mind, “You are so weak.”

The words pierced through me, and suddenly I was taken back two years, to the moment my aunt was dying in the hospital, and I didn’t make it in time to see her. I stood there frozen, overwhelmed by grief all over again.

The sting of loss. The guilt of regret. A deep sense of shame. Every emotion rushed in at once as I stood there.

Quickly, I got into bed, grabbed my prayer journal, and began to write. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I poured out how I felt—how weak I believed I was for not going to see her. And the truth buried underneath it all…

I was scared. Scared to see her that way.

I want to tell you this: grief comes in waves. But even in the hardest, darkest moments, you can still find God’s light.

Yes, it’s true—I didn’t make it to the hospital. I didn’t say my goodbyes. I didn’t get to sit beside her and pray over her. I didn’t make it.

But there’s another truth...

She lived a full life. She loved me, and I loved her. She was proud of me and wanted the very best for me. She encouraged my walk with God often. I carry the sweetest memories of her—her laugh, her smile, her joy. I couldn’t allow grief to steal the beauty of everything I experienced with her while she was here.

During this Holy Week, I pray you discover the truth within your own heart and find the courage to face the giants in your life. Grief has been mine—but I am overcoming it, one day at a time.

One prayer at a time.

One scripture at a time.

One memory at a time.

One day at a time.