Grieving Eyes

One of the things I miss most about John are his eyes. I loved the look of mischief when he was joking with friends. I remember locking eyes with him across the room with the, “Time to go?” expression. And there was the look of pride when he was amazed about something one of our kids or grandkids accomplished.

At the Summit, after my talk about grief, I was met with many grieving eyes. Men and women shared stories of their losses, and their regrets that they had never fully addressed their pain. But I also saw some glimmers of hope about grief being a hurt that we can share in our safe small groups.

Look around today into the eyes of the people you meet. What do you see? Happiness, mischief, sadness, pain? Can we take just a few minutes of our day to share those feelings with them? Participate in the joy, tease back, or genuinely be present for your hurting friend.

Share your experiences with us!

And, if you want to share highlights of the Summit with us, please do! I re-watched all of the talks determined to pick a favorite. I could not! There was so much wisdom and hope shared in those three days!

Proverbs 20:12, “Ears that hear and eyes that see—the Lord has made them both.”

Psalm 121:1, “I lift my eyes to the mountains—where does my help come from?”