I’m not sure that I’ll ever get used to loss or become numb to the sorrow of a terrible diagnosis. Every piece of bad news takes my breath away. I remember them all: a knock at the door announcing a neighbor’s death… a call on the phone about another relative gone… a friend losing a prayed for baby… another beloved mentor preparing me to say goodbye.
The growing sorrow I carry each year makes me long more for eternity. It makes me remember that we were made for more than this life that’s filled with a series of goodbyes until we die. Death hurts so much because we were created for life.
My heart feels so heavy and yet, I don’t really want it to be numb. That isn’t the answer to this pain. Only a stone-cold heart wouldn’t grieve at the prospect of another goodbye.
Instead, like Jesus beside Lazarus’ grave, I weep and rage against death until the day when death is no more.
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