Grieving is a lot like playing in the ocean.
You know that feeling when you first step into the surf? The cold water laps at your feet and you giggle with anticipation. The sand feels good under your toes, but your eyes are focused on those giant waves, rushing and roaring towards you. You take another step forward and… nope, not ready… take three back. And then you do it again, and this time, you take four steps forward and you stand there, waist deep in the surf, feeling all proud of yourself, while at the same time, adjusting to the chill of the water. You dip your hands in the foamy surf and splash it on your arms and neck, in anticipation of going further. You step forward again, feeling just slightly brazen! Ah, the sea air! Life is good!
You turn around and look at the people on the beach, as if to say, “Look at me? Aren’t I brave? Look how FAR OUT I am!”
And then, just as you do that, another wave sneaks up and slaps you in the butt, and you go high-tailing into the surf, salt water in your eyes, sand in your hair; and you are humbled once again.
It will take more time.
cinderellasrags 
You are incredible, Sue! Just cry out that salt water, and do it again.
Thank you, Lynn.
This is beautiful.
Thank you morphodidius!
And even if you remain on your feet, the sand under them is moving and being sucked out unseen so you feel unstaedy even when folks think you are still standing. May you find the solid Rock to stand on in these hard days.
Thanks so much for your beautiful comment — and very poetic, may I say!
May your day find a special blesssing today. My friend represents Ann Voskamp as her agent, and I just started reading 1000 gifts. You might like it. It is resonating with me.
Thank you! I’ll look it up!
I like what Apronheadlilly said…. How true….. Sue, I LOVE it that you share your journey with those you love…. I’m learning alot…. Thank you, sweetie….. Bev
Thank you, Bev!
Thank you, Bev!