Grief.

Grief.
It’s a tough one.
You might not even know it’s affecting you.
You’re just floating along life’s river, like always.
But, then, you smell something.
Stagnant water.
You’re not actually moving.
You’re just sitting on your floaty.
Going nowhere.
The water surrounds you.
But, it’s still.
Nothing is flowing out.
It’s dark. You can’t see.
What’s beneath you?
Grief.
Tell a friend.
Reach out to others.
Call for help.
Volunteer to help someone else.
Open up the dam.
Let the waters flow.
Hold on. There’s some rapids.
Whew! You can see the bottom.
The water has cleared.
You’re moving.
You have momentum.
The river is full of life.
You’re enjoying the ride.
Joy.
Psalms 30:5b
Weeping may last through the night, but joy comes with the morning.