We all experience loss in varying degrees throughout our lives. Sometimes we lose a person. Sometimes it is someone of remarkable significance to our lives. Sometimes we lose our idea of a person. Sometimes we lose someone while they are still living. Sometimes we lose a person before they have a chance to be born. Sometimes death snatches someone from our grasp.
Sometimes we lose something. Something truly meaningful to us- a job, a relationship, a marriage, a family, a home. We may lose our faith in ourselves or our confidence in others. We may lose our affection for someone. Someone may lose fondness for us. Sometimes we lose our possessions, our good health, an opportunity, or a skill. Sometimes we grieve the loss of another’s good opinion, a phase of life, or a particular situation. We may lose our dignity to abuse. Sometimes, in the wake of trauma, a piece of our history is lost to us. In reaction to grief, we may lose a part of ourselves.
No matter. Loss is Loss. And in some form, each and every loss affects us. Our losses affect us at differing levels, on any given day, for as long as we live. This is true whether or not we can identify the trouble or admit to it.
Sometimes the pain surrounding our loss is evident to all. It’s conspicuous and loud- maybe even obnoxious. Sometimes our grief is quiet and obvious to few. Sometimes we suffer in silence. Other times we let it all hang out. But we all suffer. No one makes this journey without loss. Without grief. Without the change that loss entails.
We are in this life together- inextricably intertwined- if only in our minds, our memories. Our journey’s are our own; and yet we pass one another, we bump into one another, converge at various points along the road. We’re often gathered at intersections or stopped together in traffic. Sometimes we are involved in the parade and other times we’re held up by it. Sometimes we are forced to view an accident. Sometimes we find ourselves in the middle of the wreck. We may realize we instigated a pile-up. We can accept the truth of our relatedness or not. We can like it or not, we can cooperate with healing or not, but nothing can alter the fact of our wondrous interconnectedness.
The best that we can do is to be patient with one another and ourselves, and to be kind. We can be committed to honesty, to listening, and to being present. We can own our mistakes- time and again if necessary. We can seek forgiveness and we can be forgiving. We can offer grace- allowing new opportunities for growth. In Christ, we can practice genuine humility and real compassion. In Him, we can love in the truest sense.
Copyright 2024. L.L. Shelton.
