#deep grief

[thejourneyoflifewords]

The deep grief you felt with all the losses is because of the dept of the love.

As long as you live, you will get to feel it. And you can do something about it, everything changes all the time while living. And all the time you fight against the changes, you cling to what you have, what you know, as if that's how it should always be.

What a waste of life you live when you fight against change and resist pain.

Don't waste a single minute trying to control what is happening or trying to resist change. It's just a waste of time!

Live in the present, don't live in the future, don't live in the past. No one knows what tomorrow will bring and the past only exists if you think about it.

Appreciate what you have and every resistance you face teaches you something important about yourself. You are much stronger than you think, spread joy, spread love, don't spend time on things that take your energy but rather things that fill your mind with creativity and knowledge!

Have a quiet Thursday 😊

[kostydays]

“Where there is deep grief, there was deep love.” - Unknown

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THE LAST PERSON ON EARTH TO READ THICK AS THIEVES BUT I JUST FINISHED IT!!!! AND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[oursmallmoments]

Finding my own happiness

Finding my own happiness

I’m honored to be a part of a new series about living post loss. Please follow the link at the end of this post to learn more about #OnComingAlive. I didn’t fall in love and then become happy again. My story is bigger and deeper than that. I used to believe my happiness came from my relationships. It took me losing my husband to understand that happiness comes from within. Once, I found that,…

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unstoppable forces and immovable objects: a thought about Carmilla’s canon pairings

As we all can see, Carmilla’s fandom feels sorry for the broody vampire. Laura Hollis’ recent behavior made too many fans be mad at her (not very righteous manner of acting, should I say), and I think there is one extra reason besides Natasha Negovanlis’ charming appearance.  You see, there is a flaw in a life as a vampire, and every book written about them mentions it and uses it in a plot. It’s inescapable falling in love. Vampires see that ultimate victim, a dream girl, an object of indivertible desire, and they can’t help it. It’s their Achilles’ heel, which often leads to their capturing and/or staking. So we have (as we had in season one — and as we have that in literature) pretty tragic love story. Obviously, Laura is active half of the couple (she’s the living one), and Carmilla is passive (because she’s paralyzed by her own desire), so probably that makes fans to empathize to a weaker one. Life shows that unstoppable force and immovable object cannot co-exist in the same system of coordinates without making a mess (or tragic love story). In original novel their co-existing ended up with Carmilla wrecking Laura’s life, but now it’s Laura who is most likely to be the one who performs wrecking. She’s full of life, active, brave, eager to win and to help the good guys to win. These are the features which make you do the toughest things and move on. Another canon pairing is being under the storm. And really, it seems like history repeating. Like we already had that human couple, which fell apart because of a vampire. I thought that maybe LaFerry would survive all these ups and downs! But that look of love was no good. I was really interested in LaFerry, now I’m just in deep grief. Seems like we’re finding ourselves in the situation of “kind of dating? maybe?” again. And all the one can do is “dealing with that as best as she can”. Don’t you feel sorry for all the immovable objects in Carmilla?

[myprayercollection-blog]

Deep Grief

    I stood at the side of a casket too small to accept. Pink roses were draped everywhere. And I watched my mom as she lay across the casket. Within that casket laid part of her heart, so quiet and so still. Her little girl was gone.

    It was the type of loss that cuts a heart so viciously it forever defines you. A loss called “deep grief.”

    I remember standing paralyzed at the funeral. Just days before we were doing everyday things; suddenly it all stopped. People were everywhere. Soft chatter filled in the gaps of our stunned silence. Eventually people went back to their own lives, and we carried on with ours, bound in deep grief.

    I desperately longed for God to fix things. To take away my bloodshot eyes. To take away my anger toward him. To take away my guilt for being the one that lived. I felt I didn’t deserve to be happy, ever again.

    This is the reality of deep grief. Even when you love God and believe in his promises, healing takes time.

    It takes wading through an ocean of tears.

    It takes discovering one day that the sun still shines and it’s okay to smile.

    It takes prayer, and a decision to stop asking for answers and start asking for perspective.

    Then one day you take off the blanket of deep grief. You fold it neatly and tuck it away. You no longer hate it or resist it. For underneath it, wondrous things have happened. Things that can only come about when Divine hope intersects with a broken world.

    And finally you can see years stretching before you once again. You look up, blow a kiss, wipe a tear and find it’s still possible to dance.

    By Lysa TerKeurst