Good pain is pain in the service of a purpose. Bad pain is pain endured because we are resisting a needed growth step.
Henry CloudRead
Grief is accepting the reality of what is. That is grief's job and purpose-to allow us to come to terms with the way things really are, so that we can move on. Grief is a gift of God. Without it, we would all be condemned to a life of continually denying reality, arguing or protesting against reality, and never growing from the realities we experience.
Interpretation
Grief helps us accept difficult realities and grow from them.
This quote highlights the essential role that grief plays in our emotional and spiritual development. It suggests that experiencing grief is not only a natural response to loss but also a necessary process that allows us to confront and accept the truths of our lives. By acknowledging our grief, we can begin to heal and move forward, rather than remaining stuck in denial or resistance to our circumstances.
In practice
This quote can be shared during a memorial service to highlight the importance of processing grief.
Good pain is pain in the service of a purpose. Bad pain is pain endured because we are resisting a needed growth step.
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Though we are many, each of us is achingly alone, piercingly alone. Only when we confess our confusion can we remember that he was a gift to us and we did have him. He came to us from the creator, trailing creativity in abundance. Despite the anguish, his life was sheathed in mother love, family love, and survived and did more than that. He thrived with passion and compassion, humor and style. We had him whether we know who he was or did not know, he was ours and we were his.
Because in a split second, it's gone.
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