04/23/2026
Last night, a deep dive conversation after my post on Acceptance took us to the very edge of the human experience, and it left a profound mark on me. To the friend who sparked this realization, thank you. I had to share 🤍
We talk about the stages of grief, Denial, Anger, Bargaining, like they are clear steps to climb. But we rarely honor the vast, shallow, and seemingly endless space in between them.
The Wait.
And the heaviest wait of all is not for an apology or a life change, it is the wait to see someone you loved so dearly, who has been taken, again.
There is a profound unfairness in a loss that requires you to hold your love, but have nowhere physical to direct it. In this Wait, the silence is deafening. Your nervous system wants to scream. It screams in confusion, in agony, and in a primal rejection of this new reality. The gap can feel like it’s going to swallow you.
But as the lyrics from Andrew Ripp’s In Good Hands have been reminding me, there is another way to inhabit this gap. We can fill the void not with noise, but with the quiet strength of being held.
We are in good hands, especially in this darkest season of waiting. The realization that all our seasons, the past, the future, and this painful present, are in sovereign keeping is the only thing that can settle the panic. This isn’t just about getting through, it’s about finding a place to rest within the unknown, knowing that the final reunion is ordered.
I’m taking this perspective and this stillness to the trail tomorrow. Let’s keep talking, people. My heart is open, and I am here for these deep dives. Connection is the heartbeat of this journey. I’m sharing some tools in the comments to below to help regulate in the wait 👇. NervousSystemHealth WaitToReunite FaithOverFear SovereignHands TheUltimateWait HeldInHope