Loss {Five Minute Friday}

Today I’m participating in Gypsy Mama’s Five Minute Friday challenge.  Today topic:  LOSS

It’s been a revolving door of conversations this week with those who are walking through the fog of loss.  The only one happy about the condition is the one that lost more weight than she thought she would on her new diet.   For the rest, their loss has left them with a dry-heave of tears and a heart that beats out of rhythm.

It’s the finality of loss that leaves us so vulnerable to the elements.  When that thing you thought you’d never lose—your marriage, your child, your innocence, your conscience, your job—is lost, you get a sobering sense that everything else is up for grabs.   Every glance in the mirror is a painful reminder that the figure staring back is less whole than before they lost what they are now so desperately missing.

Is it not true that what we lose often comes to define us in a new way?  I remember for years after we experienced a house fire that we were “the family who lost their house.”  Our names got lost from remembrance, but not our loss.  Widow.  Divorcee.  Unemployed.  All labels that declare to a watching world that loss ripped wholeness from yet another unsuspecting soul.

Loss plays fiddle for grief’s dance.  It’s the loss—that deep, deep longing and missing for what was—that makes the emotions sway to and fro, seasick on the waves of denial, anger, and finally acceptance.   Yet, acceptance comes.  Like a piper with a flute, hope beckons acceptance.  Hope gives the muscles strength to bury the memories of yesterday and gives the feet their courage to walk forward into tomorrow.  Yes, to walk forward without the thing loss, but with hope that there will be a greater treasure just over the horizon.  Hope turns the heel from what was to what will be.

There will be more.  This loss will not always define you.  For now, grieve well–resist not the sadness or the missing.  And when the ebbing of loss subsides, hope.  Yes, speak hope boldly to your loss.  Tell it there is more.  This is not the end.  There is more.

But we do not want you to be uniformed…so that you will not grieve as do the rest who have no hope.  ~I Thessalonians 4:13

How about you?  Are you facing loss?  Walking with those who are?  May the hope of Jesus be your comfort and strength today.

If you would like to write about loss, you can join up with the others at Gypsy Mama…but please leave a link here so I can be sure to read.  Go ahead, take five minutes and write–someone else might just need the very words you will pen.

2 thoughts on “Loss {Five Minute Friday}

  1. I love that you wrote, “Speak hope boldly to your loss.” I have done that so many times over the last 18 months. I cling to the hope of eternity, to the hope of reunion, to the hope of a relationship, where there was none.


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