Grief is not a guest. It does not knock, it moves in. It sits in the quiet corner of your room and waits. It stains the hours, stretches the nights, and steals the air. I thought grief was something you “get over.” But the truth is, it does not leave just because you tell it to. It lingers, whispering that nothing will ever be whole again.
But the Word interrupts: “Weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning.” (Psalm 30:5)
Grief wants me to believe the night has no end. But God is the One who writes dawn into the sky. Grief can stain the moment, but it cannot chain eternity. The grave may echo, but resurrection answers louder. So I sit in the silence, and I wait not for grief to leave, but for God to arrive, because He always does. Grief does not win. The Morning does.
Reflection Question
What part of your life have you let grief define that God has already promised to redeem?
Night lingers too long.
Yet the horizon still glows.
Joy presses through dark.
In Luminance 