I will confess right here that this week I am more than tired.
I have fought the good fight, tried hard to endure and worked myself nearly to death and in the end can’t move the challenging situations I face one inch closer to resolution.
And like I’ve written before here,these months and years after Dominic ran to heaven have amply demonstrated the truth of the phrase “the straw that broke the camel’s back”. It’s not the STRAW, it’s the unbelievable heavy weight the camel is already carrying!
That last, seemingly tiny, almost weightless additional burden sends the poor critter over the edge.
But unlike a dumb animal, I don’t get to just lay down and give up. My head and my heart tell me that if I do, the load will just shift to my family. If I quit I can’t simply drift off into witless sleep where I don’t realize how hard I’m making it for everyone else.
So I don’t give up.
I keep on keeping on.
I raise my eyes to the sky and beg God to give me the grace and strength and help to endure.
I beg for mercy-for some small token that things might just get better.
I lean into the promises of God in Christ and hold on with both hands.
What else can I do but keep praying to You even when I feel dark;
to keep writing about You even when I feel numb;
to keep speaking Your name even when I feel alone.
Come, Lord Jesus come.
Have mercy on me, a sinner.
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
It can get lonely in this life. Social media aside, most of us wonder if who we are really makes a difference at all.
But it does.
You are unique-created to make a difference only YOU can make.
The edges of your life touch the edges of others’ lives in places no one else can reach.
Don’t give up.
Don’t give in.
I’m not brave by nature.
If I have a choice, I will run every time. But there are just some things worth fighting for.
My family is one of them.
I will not let the enemy have them.
I will not allow despair to overtake us, fear to bind us, hopelessness to sap our strength.
I will not let death win.
Read the rest here: I Will Not Be Moved
Sometimes I schedule a post the night before and wake up to a day that contradicts everything I just wrote.
Grief is like that.
Good day. Bad day. Better day. Worse day.
I can barely predict one moment to the next, much less a day or a week.
It’s easy for me to become discouraged when I stare at my own feet-measuring paltry progress when I long for leaps and bounds.
But truth is, no life is lived primarily by giant strides. It’s mostly baby steps and falling forward.
Got up this morning? Step.
Remembered to make that phone call? Step.
Smiled at the bird outside the window? Step.
Looked at Dominic’s picture and treasured the memory instead of crying? Step.
And when I trip over my broken heart listening to a song on the radio and tumble headlong into wracking sobs-I reach out and fall forward, still making a little progress toward learning to live through a day.
It doesn’t matter how fast or how far I’ve traveled in this Valley.
It only matters that I refuse to give up.
As a follow up to the repost a couple days ago: Why is Anxiety Part of Child Loss?, I wanted to share this entry.
Here are some practical ways to deal with anxious thoughts, take them captive or redirect my focus so that they don’t rule my heart.
Please feel free to add any helpful tips in the comments section below. We learn best from those that share our journey. You may have the very words that will encourage another parent’s broken heart!
I no longer have to imagine the worst thing that could happen in the life of a mother-I know exactly how it feels.
And if I allow my heart to ponder that too often or too long, it consumes me.
So I am learning to take those anxious thoughts captive, learning to make them live in only a small corner of my mind instead of taking it over completely.
It takes effort and discipline, but it’s possible.
I don’t have to live the rest of my days a quivering mess-
Read the rest here: Dealing With Anxious Thoughts
You are not going crazy because you can’t remember your best friend’s name.
You haven’t lost your mind because you can’t find your car keys, or the purse you put them in, or get lost in a store.
It’s grief brain.
And it’s a real thing….
Read the rest here: Grief Brain: It’s a Real Thing!