comes and goes

“I will not say, do not weep, for not all tears are an evil.” ― J.R.R. Tolkien

Grief hits whenever it wants. It comes and goes. Sometimes, it's like an unwelcome guest but sometimes it's necessary (I think). Maybe like a house repair man. You don't want them there cause they are intruding with their dirty boots which they decided not to take off. They are going through your rooms and inspecting walls and breaking things here and there. And they're making a mess. But they need to do that because at the end of the day, they are making things better. Stronger (I hope.)

Today is one of those days. Or maybe, I've been feeling this for a while now because things just haven't been the same. I feel like I'm in a rut.

I miss many things. I miss my mom especially. But I regret a lot of stuff too.

Oh...but what would I do if I didn't have Jesus?
He, who walked this earth, and is able to sympathize with me.
Do we have a greater friend, than He?