If you had asked me four years ago where I’d be and what I’d be doing in life, I can guarantee you that writing a blog and ministering to bereaved parents wouldn’t have been in the top 1000 answers I might have given.
But here I am.
Because it is where I have been sent.
Not where I would have gone-oh, no!-I would have taken a ship in the opposite direction like Jonah if God had given me a heads up. Instead I was whisked away on the waves of grief right out to sea.
Gasping for breath and trying to keep my head above water, I realized that what I had needed early on were two things: (1) assurance that what I was experiencing/feeling/thinking was normal; and (2) encouragement from others farther along in this journey that I could endure this awful pain.
So I stepped out in faith hoping that being authentic, transparent and sharing MY journey might help another heart desperate to know she wasn’t alone.
I decided that even if others misunderstood or took issue with or didn’t like what I wrote, I would not pull any punches.
It was going to be the good, the bad and the ugly.
No holds barred.
Emotional nakedness-even if it meant embarrassment.
And I pray every single time I hit “publish” that what I send into cyberspace is what at least one heart needs for THAT day.
It’s all I’ve got, and I’m giving it away.