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We’ve all been in this place. And yet, another grief falls upon
us.
There is a relationship that shatters us in the process of its
shattering.
Whether the relationship is intact or not is immaterial. There
is a grief in both aspects of relationship: in absence especially, but also in
presence. Ask the spouse of the one with dementia. What was so precious is
gone, forever. Sometimes presence resembles absence in the cruellest of ways.
This is not just about marriage; it’s about best-friendships,
collegiate and professional partnerships, and soul-mate relationships of all
kinds of designations — some that we never designed and never thought could
ever work but did.
This is about any situation of grief that impacts you over a
relationship that needs a miracle. Sometimes that miracle is that you can let
the relationship go. Such a process is a gradual learning, of risking
courageously, of giving back to God what life has taken from us, and of
honouring the compelling truth.
Maybe you’re not ready to let go just yet. Sometimes that miracle
you seek is one that gives you the strength to hold on.
Hope rests in faith to hold on
or wisdom to let go,
but oh what strength it takes
to trust in tomorrow.
or wisdom to let go,
but oh what strength it takes
to trust in tomorrow.
What Happens Too Frequently
Something joined us together, five months or fifty years ago, in
all manner of circumstances and situations we either could have or would not
have predicted.
A glue formed between us, and while things were good they were
so very wholesome and productive and good. It wasn’t just the love we shared.
There was something beautifully elusive that formed between us, through the
dynamic that we shared. And what is most frustrating is we can only attest to
the potential that was borne between us as one of us or both of us looks back.
Perhaps they moved on without us. Maybe we had to move on from
them. What happens too frequently is something unravels; destiny or death. It
sneaks up and happens suddenly or we could see it coming. Sometimes there are
warnings and it’s infuriating when every method of communication is exhausted
and there’s still no response.
The shattered relationship completely deconstructs what identity
we’ve built together. It reconfigures our philosophy for life. It shakes us to
the core. It could bring us back to who we were. It can cause us to question
who on earth we are. It can lay us waste.
The Answer…
“… unless a deliberate effort is made to restore and strengthen
a [damaged] relationship, it will generally deteriorate.”
— Ken Sande, The Peacemaker, p.
219.
Reconciliation is a weird concept. It is highly negotiable in nature.
We can find we’ve made all sorts of agreements with ourselves, but these were
couched in terms only we could conceive. Sometimes their terms are completely
what we could never have expected. We need to be ready for repentance.
There are myriad possibilities when it comes to reconciling,
whether it’s a person-to-person reality, the revival of circumstances that once
were, or reconciling it’s over, and every varietal between.
Sometimes reconciliation is impossible, and acceptance is the
destination where hope is finally revived. A necessary severing takes place. A
moving on brings healing and restoration. In these cases, acceptance is
reconciliation.
The only thing we can do is honour the truth held above — a
deliberate effort is needed. If that effort has been made and to no avail, we
work on acceptance. If the effort is necessarily ongoing, so be it; we’re
called to a season of patience that could last a year or five, or a decade or
more. Ours is the wisdom to leave it with God.
Some deterioration reminds us of the effort due
to revive it to life.
to revive it to life.
Other deterioration is purely beyond our control.
All deteriorated relationships inspire us to pray.
We pray for peace above all.
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