Spring never rushes, even when we want it to.
Before anything blooms, there is work happening beneath the surface. Buds start forming on branches that still look bare. Winter is still doing what winter does, and yet something new is already in motion.
Grief can feel like that too.
Honestly, sometimes I want to skip ahead. I want to get to the part where I am okay and the weight has lifted and I am not thinking about loss with regularity. But I understand that healing has its own appointed time.
Just like those spring buds, there are signs of hope even now. A moment that feels a little lighter. A memory that does not sting as much. Something small, but different.
Habakkuk 2:3 says, “For the vision is yet for an appointed time… though it tarry, wait for it.”
So I am learning to wait. And in that waiting, God does not leave us alone. He sends warmth and comfort right when we need it. Sometimes it looks like a text or a call. Sometimes it is just stepping outside and noticing that the air feels different.
None of it is random. The buds will bloom in their appointed time. And in time, so will we.
Dr. Tanya Upthegrove Gregory
