Come stand with me where grief and experience is mostly in the past. Instead of talking and worrying about the future, simply come stand with me for awhile and get a feel for how things can end for some people. It can be said that I’ve made it most of the way through the valley of the shadow of death. That’s me at the other end standing in what seems to be a bit more light than shines back deep down in the valley.
You see, I don’t get too hyped up any more about how wonderful things can be and how amazing the future might be. I don’t disagree that all of that can happen for anyone and everyone, but I’m not quite as easily impressed with the possibility of whoop and awe as I was before. It doesn’t make me depressed or any less able to function, but it does – because of where I’ve been and where I am yet going – make me see things in a slightly more balanced way, I think.
Here, empathy and sensitivity is king. Making time is important and even vital. Thinking, praying, and being silent sometimes is often required. Heavy laughter and silly humor must be earned but so must real sadness and sincere emotion – highs and lows are not trifled with where I am standing. Time is better defined by eternal measures and less so by physical existence. Talking things out but listening intently in meaningful ways are now both very important. Investing in and building up equity in a few solid relationships seems the best way to proceed. And finally, it’s about being humbled, broken, and patient.
New life exists but it is earned with great cost.