It’s crazy because I don’t usually feel this irritable.
I don’t usually lack such
patience. I am usually much happier and can usually
overlook much more. I don’t usually cry this much and definitely not
usually in front of strangers. I can usually
arm myself with the right words to deflect dumb ones just spoken to me with
much more grace. I don’t usually feel this vulnerable and am not usually this sensitive. I don’t usually
feel this measure of guilt or feel like I am going to buckle under the weight
of regret. I can usually
think through things with clearer thought and reason. Everything about present life feels quite unusual
actually and there just doesn’t seem to be the opportunity to whole-heartedly
embrace this notion of “business as usual” simply because everything keeps
moving forward.
Unusual emotions, ponderings, responses appear to be the normal
business of grieving the loss of someone we love. It doesn’t mean that there won’t be moments
that feel like things are as they were before, however with or without our permission life is
carving a new path of what normal looks like, feels like, and will be like
now. And that is O.K. If there is one thing every person is subject
to and life on earth declares is that there is only one thing that never changes
and that is that EVERYTHING CHANGES! The job we have is to become comfortable with this reality. The faster we do that, the more flexibility we will exercise
to embrace every season, the good with the bad, the joyful with the sad because
that is life’s business as usual.
“There
is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens:
a time to be born and a time to
die,
a time to plant and a time to
uproot,
a time to kill and a time to
heal,
a time to tear down and a time
to build,
a time to weep and a time to
laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to
dance,
a time to scatter stones and a
time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to
refrain from embracing,
a time to keep and a time to
throw away,
a time to tear and a time to
mend,
a time to be silent and a time
to speak,
a time to love and a time to
hate,
a time for war and a time for
peace.
What
do workers gain from their toil? I have seen the burden God has laid on the human
race. He has made everything beautiful in its time.”
Ecclesiastes
3:3-11