This speaks truth to me so much.   Rather than judge someone for not grieving in a particular way,  why not show a little grace and just love them?   I recall a Sunday School lesson where the teacher passed around pieces of blank paper and pens.   She asked us to write down one thing that we were struggling with.  Like something big.   No names were required.  It was simply trusting that momentarily,   by  jotting down our burden,   we would find a moment of release.    I think I wrote about my longing and aching for a child after being barren for nearly seven years of marriage.    This was my struggle, the pleading with God to let my dream come to fruition.   

This is a safe place for me to share my thoughts, stories and personal healing.   Please be respectful and kind.  I don't claim to be an expert,  but would like to be a light unto others in the world and perhaps help someone in their growth journey.