Love Actually

C.S. Lewis was right when he described the spiral effect of grief. It's like that ride at Six Flags where you spin and the bottom drops and you find your body pressed against some nasty carpet wall. You focus on not vomiting on all the people around you, and you put on a brave smile because you don't want anyone to know that you really are sick and scared and crazy for being on this ride in the first place. But then you hear a noise and the machine begins to slow just a bit. The bottom begins to move and you suddenly feel your feet touch the floor and you peel yourself off the carpet wall. You focus on trying not to be sick and you breathe deeply. The spinning stops and you get off, a little dizzy, but okay. Then it's time to walk around and get a frozen lemonade and maybe hit a couple other rides. But before you know it, you are standing in line to spin once again. Only this time, you know what to expect and you take a Tums or you focus on a spot or you put on those wristbands that help with nausea.

Recently I saw the movie _Love Actually_, and I found myself crying then laughing then crying all in the same minute of film. Like real life, only with a great soundtrack.

Comments

. said…
Beautifully expressed, Susan.
I know those feelings well. We love you and are always bringing you before our Heavenly Father.
Love,
Andy

P.S. Amanda and I will have to go see that movie. I haven't heard of it before.
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Anonymous said…
I haven't ridden that ride because I was scared of it. Grief is a ride you don't choose but have to ride anyway. It keeps reoccuring and we learn that the Lord will keep His promises to carry us through the bottomless feelings. We face it head-on whether we want to or not and the Lord keeps getting stronger and stronger as we do lean on Him for the floor.
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