Grief

Grief is a weird thing and I have noticed how it can change dramitically as one goes through the process of it. Yesterday was what I have come to know as a miss Jill day filled with grief and loss. As the time has passed my grief has changed from mourning her loss to missing her presence. That may sound funny but they are completley different and the latter is by far more the stronger of the two. My grief at the moment is much more severe, my tears seem to come from deep within my gut and is much more painful, the only blessing is that recovery time is quicker, I seem to be able to pull things together quicker. I'm beginning to wonder are there many more types as well. The greatest comfort that I can find in these moments of dispair are from the words of scripture, Isaiah 53 tells us that Jesus is aquainted with grief, a Man of sorrows. He knows and understands us in these moments because He endured them as well and that gives me great hope.
My problem is I am weary with it, worn down by tears, no let up and no days off. One wonders where the energy to endure will come come from, again the Bible says "weeping may endure for a night but joy comes in the morning". I await my morning when joy will spring forth. Church is a bitter sweet experience for me, I miss Jill beyond words yet I love my God and love it when His people come together to worship Him. So hope you all have a great Lords Day.
Love yas.