We have a choice. We can be jaded by what we’ve lost, or joyous over what that thing had accomplished while we had it.

Life is so utterly enraptured with beginnings that it can do little else than perpetually create space for them. And those spaces are what we call endings.

Loss is the uninvited door that extends us an unexpected invitation to unimaginable possibilities.

God holds every tear in the hallow of His hand, and each one that we shed is intermingled with a thousand of His own. And someday He will welcome us home, draw us deep into His embrace and let the tears of both spill on the floor, never to be collected again.

Grieving is accepting what I’ve just lost so I don’t lose what I’m about to gain.

To let something go is to participate in a much greater dance that we call life.

It is until I can no longer hold something in my hands that I often realize that I never really cherished it in my heart.

What seemed to have been taken from our lives is simply a precursor to the very thing that’s about to show up.

Loss eventually arrives when something departs. Grief is working through both.