SUSPENDED IN TIME

During the grief journey, it feels like I'm suspended in time.  There is no morning.  There is no afternoon.  There is no evening.  No midnight.  Time has no meaning.  It seems as though I’m suspended inside an eternal waiting room and no one is there to call out my name to take me into a room where all of the questions that lie heavy on my heart can be answered.   This desperate search for answers for some one to explain to me that mystery called death.  I’m holding onto every explanation that could possibly make sense searching for anything that could bring healing to the ache inside my soul.  But the more I search, more questions arise.  Where is God?  What am I to do now?  Why did my loved one have to die?  Why did they die the way they did?  Why did any of this happen?  Could I have done something to change the circumstances I am in?  So many more questions than answers.  

Stay inside of that place called time.  Stay inside all the unknown.  Keep searching for your answers.  In due time and some day and in some way, all will be revealed.


My God, my God, why have You forsaken me? Far from my deliverance are the words of my groaning. O my God, I cry by day, but You do not answer; And by night, but I have no rest.  Psalm 22:1-2 (NASB)


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