It hit me on a Tuesday afternoon. I wasn't doing anything significant. And suddenly, out of nowhere, the grief came like a wave I didn't see coming.
Missing my mom. Missing my son. The kind of ache that doesn't ask permission and doesn't wait for a convenient moment.
I have learned that grief is not a straight line. It does not follow a schedule. And it certainly does not check with you before it shows up uninvited at 2pm on an otherwise ordinary Tuesday.
But here is what I also know: the God who walks on water walks through waves too. He is not afraid of my tears. He is not uncomfortable with my grief. He does not tell me to get it together.
He sits with me in it. He holds what I cannot hold. And He reminds me that the people I love — I will see again.
If grief found you today — you are allowed to feel it. And you are not alone in it.