Life goes on, but my heart still hurts. We knew that after the hard past couple of years, that we needed to move forward and take a family trip. Usually family vacations are so fun to plan and there’s so much to look forward too, but when you’re grieving, even vacation planning looses it’s excitement. It becomes one of those things that you know is good for you, but you’re just not feeling it.
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.
I’ve been thinking about this post for a while. God has been prepping me, prodding me, and encouraging me to let go of any fears that I have about it. I’ve always said that aging people lose their “filters” because they are more comfortable with themselves and they just don’t care what other’s think about them anymore. I wish I could be more like that. I confess that I want people to like me and be comfortable around me so, that’s where the struggle has been…
When you’ve watched someone face their own mortality, it truly changes you. I’ve shared before that suddenly what used to be important is no longer important. It’s a quick filter for realizing quickly what is eternal, and what isn’t. I’ve been feeling convicted lately about something.
The glowsticks have become a way for us to symbolize you and the light that you shined. We hope to keep your glow going. Thank you for inspiring us and showing us how one willing heart can have an impact on a whole community of people. We’re excited to formally announce today…..
In the quiet
Dead on the inside
Still within my grief
You whisper to my broken heart…
We claim, collect, and clutch As we gather much Staking our ground And settling down In our palace Like we’re the masters of our manors- Managing our estates When we should feel more like tenants Or do I dare say it- servants? Who carefully consider every gift, Every piece, Every thing, We’ve been given. It’sContinue reading “2:00AM Poetry”
The club that no one wants to join.