There's something about having what (or whom) you love stripped from your life that leaves you feeling like clawing at the air.
Fast-forward two weeks and people expect that because you're acting "better" that, naturally, everything must be fine.
Oh, what a shock when the grief-wave hits again, complete with the undertow of anger. There's nothing like that to remind yourself (and everyone around you) that, no darlin', you're not "okay" yet.
But, Lord-willing, Lord-providing, and Lord-carrying-your-brokenhearted-little-body-through-it-all, you're at least on the path to healing.
And the up-shot is that your wounds will help you better love people in the future when their heart is chopped up like yours has been. It's comforting to know that your wounds will someday bring another comfort. (It's a picture of Christ, isn't it?)
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