What Intentional Living Looks Like for Me After Grief
Intentional living, for me, means choosing every single day to stay connected to God. It means being intentional about communicating with God, fighting for my faith, and protecting my relationship with God. Even when my mind feels like a battlefield, I choose to stay rooted in God.
Six months after the loss of my son, I found myself searching for something to hold onto, something that could bring even a small sense of peace. That is when I picked up gardening. My uncle, who has always loved it, helped me get started. What I did not expect was how naturally it would come to me. It turns out I have a green thumb.
Gardening became more than just a hobby. It became therapy for my heart. It gave me something to nurture again. In a season marked by loss, I was able to care for something living. In return, I witnessed growth. I saw God’s glory in a new way through vegetables blooming from the ground and through the quiet reminder that life still exists, still grows, and still flourishes.
It became a healthy distraction that helped me manage my thoughts when they felt overwhelming. In moments when intrusive thoughts tried to steal my joy, gardening grounded me, gently restoring a peace I hadn’t even realized my heart was longing for.
Intentional living does not mean the grief is gone. It means choosing healing, choosing faith, and choosing to see God even in the smallest things as I continue to move forward.
