In a hurry, in a hurry.
That describes most of us these days, doesn’t it?
Always looking for the fastest way around the clogged intersection, the highway construction or the long line waiting to get a coffee at Starbucks.
But there are some things we can’t rush along.
Grief is one of them.
There are no shortcuts, no detours in this Valley of the Shadow of Death.
We long for a way to hasten past the deep, dark nights of sorrow and pain.
We beg God and anyone who will listen to show us the quickest route out of the miry pit of misery and missing.
It doesn’t exist.
Grief, like love, takes time.