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.

To abandon the child ‘within’ means that the adult ‘without’ will be an adult in name only. And frankly, I can only name a handful of things that are that tragic.

I am emptier for having lost you, but I became fuller by realizing that losing someone leaves you space to be more of someone yourself.

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.

Yet, there are those moments when what we stand to lose is greater than the pain that threatens to take it.

Too often my solution is to let something die because I can’t keep it alive, when God’s solution is to let something live because His Son already died for it.

God has hewn out a hidden path more glorious, tantalizing and adventuresome than the path trod by most, and it is a path seen only through the eyes of our wounds, felt solely through the heart of our losses, and singularly traversed by those with a limp in their step.

The most painful kind of pain is to think that the pain that we’re feeling is nothing more than the pain that we’re feeling. For if that is the case, we have completely missed the purpose of pain and there are few things more painful than that.

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