It’s uncomfortable, shameful, even to feel.
“Let’s just move on and get hustling,” is what we tell ourselves.
But nothing makes it harder than the year-end to be forced to take stock of time gone past, and to realize the many unsung dreams, the buried hopes and fallen fruits by the wayside.
Nothing makes it more difficult than to come head on with the heartbreaks we hustled past all year.
This season, with the tears of missed tomorrows and yesterday’s disappointments, I am reminded to sit with my grief.
To sit in the silence, and to hold space for myself and others.
Jesus is not in a hurry to get us to hustle past our grief. So why should we be?