It’s strange…this healing journey.
Over the years, I’ve had to learn to let myself feel it. If I need to cry, I cry.
As I pulled out of my driveway today, I looked at the beautiful trees lining my street and my heart sung with joy. I wanted to pick up the phone and share that beauty with someone I love…and the first person that came to mind was my mom.
“I miss you, Mom.” I said it out loud, I acknowledged the ache. And for the briefest of minutes the tears fell down my cheeks.
I then found myself thinking of friends of mine who are on much more recent journeys with grief. The wound is still so fresh for them. My heart aches for their ache.
“Comfort them, Lord. Overwhelm them with Your presence. ” I said it out loud.
Two truths embraced, two truths acknowledged: the pain and the answer to the pain.
There’s an answer. Thank you, Lord, that there’s an answer. Thank you for making a way.
“As for me, I will always have hope; I will praise you more and more.” Psalm 71:14
Linking to a post I wrote nearly five-year ago. It came to mind after my tear drops this afternoon. In it, I shared my thoughts on some beautiful words that Douglas Gresham shared about the special relationship between his mom, Joy, and his stepfather C.S. Lewis. If you have a few extra minutes, you can read it here Don’t Lose Heart