“One day at a time. Or a moment at a time, as needed.”
That’s what a friend said when I asked how she was doing after her loss. Then she added, “It amazes me sometimes, how life and time just continue to move forward.”
I knew exactly what she meant.
When my father passed, I remember riding in the funeral limousine, looking out at a park. Kids were playing basketball. Dribbling, passing, rebounding. And I thought, “Why are they playing basketball when my dad is being buried today?”
It was surreal. My world had hit a giant pause, but the earth kept revolving. The sun didn’t dim. The traffic didn’t stop. The game didn’t wait.
Grief has a way of slowing time, but the world doesn’t join us there. While our hearts ache, life continues its rhythm, motion, and even its pleasures.
So today, if you’re grieving, or remembering, or feeling distressed, take it one moment at a time. Let the world turn. Let the game go on. It’s not personal. People are living their own lives, trying to keep pace, trying to stay on top of their own responsibilities. Your pause is precious to those who know and love you. Receive their care. Receive their prayers.
Most of all, remember: God sees. God stays. “The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.” (Psalm 34:18)
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