Grief has a way of interrupting so many things in my life. So excuse me, for not always making my thoughts flow well and with clarity. You see, my brain is still sometimes foggy and my memory is terrible-except for the stuff that I want to forget, but I can’t. I have no concept of “real time.”
Oh September, how I despise you now. Once, you represented a beautiful season of life to me, but now I dread seeing you on my calendar. Once you were a month full of back to school routines, Labor Day fun, fall festival planning, and anniversary trips. Now, the sense of dread I feel as you approach makes my stomach turn in knots.
I was able to collect some beautiful seashells on a recent trip to Florida. I started out looking for the perfect shells and then sensed God telling me to pick up the broken ones…they’re beautiful too. I needed that reminder. Sometimes I miss the old me. The person I was before Sarah’s diagnosis of cancer. Continue reading “The New Me”
Within the context of time, its April 8th and we are celebrating your birthday. I can’t help but wonder how those “dates” are marked in heaven, where time is so different?
When you’re grieving for someone that you lived with–someone who was part of your “normal” every day living, for a while it clouds every aspect of living. It’s as if you go through the motions, but the “inner” you is watching life go on– all the while screaming “This isn’t right!…None of this is normalContinue reading “Sausage Burrito”
It’s shocking and heartbreaking to see so many families hurting and I can’t help but contemplate the effects of grief on our current society. Realizing that everyone’s grief journey is different, I do think there are a few things that I have learned on my own journey that I’d like to share.
It was good to share with you again last week. I appreciate each and every one of you that takes the time to read what I write. Like any piece of art, it’s so personal. However, art is a personal expression that is meant to be shared. So thank you for letting me share withContinue reading “At His Feet”
I’ve been feeling quiet in my spirit. I know it’s because I’m processing so many things all at once: it’s almost been one year since Sarah’s death, trying to parent and support a 14 year old who is also dealing with grief and so much change,
While we live on this earth, our grief is always going to be on us, but someday…It will be thrown into the depths of hell, along with the enemy, death, cancer, suicide, depression, and all the other things that came with sin.
Because of those songs, I learned some very valuable promises of God and experienced watching the joy on my parents, grandparents, aunts, and uncles faces as we sang about heaven someday.