Grieving and Believing: Trusting God Through the Pain

Grieving is a heavy burden, and it comes in many forms. We grieve lost loved ones, failed plans, the old versions of ourselves, and sometimes even our own expectations. But through it all, I’ve learned that we can still trust God. It’s not easy, but it’s possible.

Grieving while believing—these two seem like contradictions at first. How can we trust and grieve simultaneously? How do we mourn what’s lost and still hold onto hope? It all comes down to faith, but also to mindset. We have to learn how to P.U.S.H.—Pray Until Something Happens—and keep moving, no matter how much life feels like it’s caving in on us.

Grieving the Old You

We often grieve the people we once were. Maybe we look back and see all the missteps or wish we had made different choices. Grieving the old you is tough, but that’s part of the journey toward trusting God. You’re shedding the weight of who you were to become who He’s calling you to be. And that process? It’s messy. It’s painful. But we have to learn to let go and believe that there’s a purpose in the transformation.

Grieving the Failed Plan

Plans fall apart. The path we envisioned for ourselves takes unexpected turns. We grieve these moments of failure, but that doesn’t mean we stop trusting God. In fact, these moments are when faith matters most. Even as we mourn the loss of what could have been, we trust that God’s plan is still unfolding. Sometimes, the detours are the blessings we didn’t see coming.

Surround Yourself with Positivity

During times of grief, it’s essential to surround yourself with healing and positivity. Be intentional about the people you allow into your space. Seek out those who are on their healing journey. Those who understand the importance of mental health and self-care. Protect your energy. You don’t owe everyone access to you, especially when your emotional and mental capacity is limited.

Sometimes, the best thing we can do for our peace of mind is to walk away from certain situations or mute the noise around us. Mute the distractions and focus on what matters most; our healing, your growth, and your relationship with God.

Self-Care Is Not Selfish

I’ve learned that when I feel down, I have to take care of myself. Self-care is not selfish, it’s necessary. Whether it’s taking a long hot shower, washing my hair, or spending time in nature, I make sure to reset and recharge. There’s something so powerful about sitting in the stillness of nature, letting go of the burdens, and giving it all to God.

Trusting the Process

Grieving doesn’t have to mean losing faith. It’s okay to feel the pain, to mourn what’s been lost, but it’s also important to trust the process. God is still good, even in the hardest moments. The journey of healing and growth is ongoing, but with God’s love, we can make it through.

Remember, you are not alone in this. We’re all in this together. Keep praying, keep trusting, and keep pushing with me. P.U.S.H. with Janay and, we will all be okay.

You’ve got this, and God’s got you.

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