It’s hard to watch since winning a medal is off the table. They lost their place in front when they took that awful tumble.
But we cheer them on-the limping athletes that manage to cross the finish line.
And we should.
Because getting up and going on is a victory worth cheering.
And it’s a victory I strive for every day.
Just showing up with a broken heart is hard. Not giving in to despair is a daily decision that requires continued commitment to face the morning light.
On other days I can use the tools I’ve crafted over time to screw down the lid on the box of emotions I keep hidden inside.
But opening my eyes to Christmas Day takes extra effort.
It would be so much easier to sleep the hours away, safe and secure in the cocoon of my warm bed. Not because I don’t want to share in the food, fellowship and fun. But because every sight, sound and smell of Christmas pierces my heart and reminds me of the widening gap between when I saw Dominic last and right now.
So when you feel a little frustrated that I’m crying “again”, when you wonder when I’m going to “get over this” or “be back to my old self”-please picture that limping runner gunning for the goal.
Jump down from the comfort of the bleachers and take my hand.
Cheer me on.
Offer a cup of water or a chair so I can catch my breath.
Don’t turn away in your discomfort at my pain. Choose to be a witness.
Speak courage to my heart.
Help me make it to the finish line.
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I love what you wrote. What a great analogy. God has used your gift of writing to bless me again. Since Logan’s passing in January I definitely feel like that limping runner who is struggling to be motivated, focused, and keep the emotions in check.
As we prepared for Christmas today there was an empty spot in every room, silly moment, laughter, chair, and of course my heart. I could see my family’s eyes a bit sad, but trying to be happy and put on a face. Though I told them let out what your feeling it Will help. And I could feel the heaviness of their hearts because mine has the same broken piece. During the next couple weeks I will brace my limp and just do the best I can do. Pouring love upon my husband and five daughters is what’s important right now. Thank you again. Ann
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Bless you for writing the words that are on my heart.
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Thank you 😊 well written makes so much sense to me.
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And the greatest gift of all is to love one another.
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