We have all heard someone tell us to take a deep breath, move forward, get over it, or move on. However, well-meaning that person may be-I still wanted to plant my fist in their face. In a loving way, of course. I know they mean well, but they have no idea what I am feeling. I have exhausted myself on long walks, cried myself to sleep, seen a counselor, talked with my friends, and kissed her face off pictures. The truth is, some days, not even prayer can bring peace. Those days, God breathes for me.
There is no time clock for grief. There is no recipe for healing. And there is nothing that says a friend grieves for a shorter period of time than a family member, or a co-worker. No one has the answers in this world. The only answer is faith. Faith is knowing God will heal. Not having to ask when. Just being satisfied knowing He will.
So, I will continue to pray, because I know the power of prayer and faith as a mother grieves.