I wrote this over six months ago. Parts of it still describe me. Parts of it don’t.
I continue to struggle to find an overarching narrative to my current story.
My empty nest (which was inevitable and a GOOD thing) is somehow emptier with one child not just out of sight but totally unreachable.
So many adjectives that once reflected who I am no longer fit. And I can’t seem to find the ones that do.
When a bad day comes-and it does from time to time-I’m still tempted to give up and give in. Struggling to endure seems like more trouble than it’s worth. Heaven is tempting, and I’ve got someone waiting for me there. ❤
So many things raced through my mind in the first five minutes of hearing the news:
Oh, God! Is it true? (I have to authenticate his identity);
How do I tell everyone? (I have to make phone calls);
What do you do when your child dies? (I have no idea how to plan a funeral);
Of course, that doesn’t touch the FEELINGS flooding my heart.
Read the rest here: Daily Battle: Tempted to Give Up