Could you use a break from my grief? I sure could. A respite. An interlude.
in·ter·lude/ˈin(t)ərˌlo͞od/ – An interlude is a short period of time when an activity or situation stops and something else happens. (collinsdictionary.com)
Yes, it’s definitely time for an interlude from grief.
I woke up yesterday morning with a song in my head. I regularly do that and I try to pay attention to the specific song lyrics that my mind sings to wake me up.
Storms within my troubled soul
Questions without answers
On my faith these billows roll
God, be now my shelter
Those lyrics are from “Lord From Sorrows Deep I Call (Psalm 42),” one of the “100 Days” playlist songs, a playlist I thought would get me through the day of surgery and instead seems to be sustaining me through the first 100 days after the stroke.
The one line that was most repeated in my head though was
Sing, oh, sing through the raging storm
Actually, in my head it was more like
“SING, OH, SING THROUGH THE RAGING STORM!!!”