For a moment–
Between wake and sleep-
All things are as I wish them to be.
Unchanged by time,
by terror,
by tears.
Warm and lovely.
Cocooned in my heart.
For a moment–
Between wake and sleep-
All things are as I wish them to be.
Unchanged by time,
by terror,
by tears.
Warm and lovely.
Cocooned in my heart.
And every time, I wonder will there ever come a morning when I won’t be jolted by the remembrance. Then I feel guilty for thinking that, as if “acceptance” means I’m ok with it. How will my heart and mind ever be at peace with the truth of this loss? I know my answer lies only in the Prince of Peace.
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I think acceptance doesn’t mean we’re OK with it-rather I think it means we acknowledge it in its entirety-the fact that it is true, the fact that we are changed and the fact that if we are to make it through this valley we must cling to Jesus. And the fact that it is awful. Death was not part of God’s original, perfect creation.
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Thank you, Melanie. I am going to write this down as my definition of acceptance. I hope I can start journaling soon. Just been hard to find my bearings and time to do so. It helped me get thru divorce and I know it would help me to get some of my present thoughts & emotions onto paper.
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Praying you can find the time and energy to do that. It is helpful.
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And then…reality. 😦
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Yes. Over and over and over. Makes every morning hard.
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