unplanned escape. driving with no end or reason. down a winding road. windows down, allowing the country air to fill my lungs and heart. music up, drowning out anything unnecessary. thoughts and tears coming as they will. unforced. yet uninhibited. this is how i grieve. not your way.
and that’s okay.
…just wish you could see that.
Grief can’t always measured by the number of breakdowns or tear-choked attempts at conversation.
I am not skilled to understand
What God has willed, what God has planned
I only know at His right hand
stands one who is my Savior
I take Him at His word and deed — aaron shust