An attempt to declare the Glory of God for what He has chosen to do with our lives. A legacy to leave to my children in the telling of it.

Friday, February 15, 2013

To Be Loved Well

Rejoice with those who rejoice;
mourn with those who mourn.
Romans 12:15

Amongst the overwhelming emotional pain of grief is the exact opposite: the flooding of love. When you spend so much time protecting yourself from feeling too much it takes extra effort to allow the love to seep in, too.  Both emotions can be as equally difficult to sort and absorb. Both leave you in tears, exhausted from the depth of them.

~An unannounced, surprise visit by a sister bringing treasures and kids with her.
 
~A niece whose love and encouragement hasn't failed to bless these past many months.
 
~New friends who are brave enough to talk to you about your son while your waiting for an appointment at the dentist's office.
 
~Old friends who don't forget.
 
~A policeman whom you've only met once at a faraway hospital, a meeting ordained perfectly by God, who remembers you in his prayers two years later.
 
~Wednesday night church ladies who hug and don't let go.
 
~And you, dear blog friends, who have walked in the trenches with me and keep reading my ramblings and sending your love through cyberspace.

The effect of your prayers has been felt. Smiles are returning. A glimpse of the victory to come is remembered. Lord willing, Monday will pass. It may even find me celebrating as the gamut of emotions have run their course and I can put it all in focus once again and realize that my son is in Heaven... with God... for eternity.

3 comments:

A Primitive Homestead said...

My prayers are with you. Blessings! Lara

Dicky Bird said...

Hugs from me.

Teresa said...

Hugs and prayers for you and your family. HE hasn't let go of you!