Running from Grief: Embracing the Inevitable

Grief comes from loss. It’s not just about death—though that’s often what we think of first. Grief follows divorce, broken relationships, friendships that fade, miscarriages, abortion, trauma, hardships, and so much more. It’s the pain of something once there, now gone. And no matter how much we try to outrun it, grief will catch up—whether now or later.

When I was younger, I thought I could avoid grief. I distracted myself, drowned out my thoughts, and refused to sit in silence because silence meant facing what hurt. I hid my pain, and convinced myself that if I ignored the grief, it would disappear. But grief doesn’t work that way. It lingers, waiting for a moment to surface—sometimes in a quiet whisper, other times like a tidal wave crashing down. It’s unpredictable, messy, and impossible to outrun.

I’ve learned that the only way through grief is to face it. To sit with it, to acknowledge its weight, and to let myself feel. It’s not easy. It’s uncomfortable and painful, but it’s necessary.

For me, my greatest healing has come through grieving with God. I’ve walked through deep sorrow with Him by my side, laying down my shame, regret, and loss at His feet. He doesn’t rush my process or demand that I “move on.” Instead, He meets me in the heaviness, reminding me that I am not alone. There’s a deep comfort in knowing that grief doesn’t have to be carried alone.

I don’t run from grief anymore. I let it come, knowing it has something to teach me. I let myself feel, knowing healing is on the other side. And most importantly, I remind myself that in the midst of grief, I am never alone.