I’m not sure when I’ll get the hang of this life after loss.
Five years is long enough to have completed a college degree, so you’d think it would be long enough to explore the edges of how to walk in the world without my son, without the family I used to have, without the confidence I once enjoyed that “every little thing was gonna be alright”.
But it’s not.
I’m still feeling my way in the dark much of the time.
New challenges greet me and I have to navigate them with the profoundly changed “me” that I neither understand nor like.
I make mistakes.
I get upset and I upset others.
If I didn’t believe that there was a Day when all this would be redeemed, I would just give up.
But I DO believe that.
It doesn’t take the pain away. It doesn’t soften the feeling of failure when my sorrow stops me being what others need me to be. It doesn’t blow soft breezes across my weary soul.
It gives me focus and a goal. It gets me out of bed so I persevere. It helps my heart hold on and not give in to despair.
Today is not a good day.
Tomorrow doesn’t look good either.
But one day-
One. Glorious. Day.
❤️
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We walk a similar timeline….it’s been 5 1/2 years for me….and here I am, still waking up troubled of heart at 3:30 AM…making my tea, reading my Bible….reminding myself who is in charge and where we are headed….
Your faith and midwife analogy ties in with how, from the first day of my devastation, I’ve thought about my waves of grief…like the intense contractions of childbirth…you’re not going to stop them, so you minus well work with them, believing there is a promise of glory at the end.
❤️🕊🙏🏼 Deirdre
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