When your heart is broken

Sometimes there is a lot to say and sometimes there is nothing to say.
Grief makes it tricky.
Some can't stand the silence and fill the void with everything and anything.
Others have no idea what to say so they simply don't say anything at all.
In reality, there is no right or wrong when it comes to grief.
Some need that silent void filled and are thankful for the distraction.
Others can't stand the thought of life going on as normal for everyone else and shut everything(one) around them down.

The one thing I have seen across personalities is the truth in the comfort of knowing that someone is there...someone cares...someone has offered a part of him/herself even if it was awkwardly done. A hand was extended and even if it wasn't initially accepted, that extended hand helped.

So thank you to those that consistently exercise your gifts of mercy and compassion.
Grief is not easily explainable or easily healed.
"...but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever." (Psalm 73:26b)

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