I didn’t listen to this immediately when it came out because I was still processing my feelings during this new storm of life our family is going through.
This whole weekend and the last few days I have fluctuated between angry, disbelief, heartbreak, anxiety and numbness.
We are still processing, choosing to keep praying, and trusting God as we figure out how this is going to play out over the next several months and years.
I appreciate the honesty and heart of this message and it resonated with me so much and really helped me put my grieving process into perspective, so thank you again for your vulnerability.
The fact that you came back to it when you were ready says something real. Holding angry and numb at the same time, and still choosing to keep praying that's not a small thing. That may be the whole thing, actually.
Recently I left to get a perspective on my life, not a real nice venture. Whole I stayed at a lodge, a woman there came by...in worse case than mine. She had a book of short stories of hope but couldn't relax enough to read them. This, this I could do. Words are my friend. I slowly read five stories out loud, using affect and emphasis where it was desperately needed.sl She got quiet and listened for that half hour or so. It didn't turn out perfect, but it helped her for a few moments. If I'm in a trial, yes, initially I'm hurt or angry or even bitter. But I know, I only have to turn my head left or right to see someone else in a state worse than mine. I reach for God's heart and it takes over. If I had only one to help , one to save in that place , in that moment, it's worth every moment of struggle.
That's a remarkable thing to have done, and to carry. Reading to someone who's too frayed to read for themselves is one of the more faithful acts I can imagine. You didn't fix her situation. You stayed in the room with her, and sometimes that's the whole of it.
I didn’t listen to this immediately when it came out because I was still processing my feelings during this new storm of life our family is going through.
This whole weekend and the last few days I have fluctuated between angry, disbelief, heartbreak, anxiety and numbness.
We are still processing, choosing to keep praying, and trusting God as we figure out how this is going to play out over the next several months and years.
I appreciate the honesty and heart of this message and it resonated with me so much and really helped me put my grieving process into perspective, so thank you again for your vulnerability.
The fact that you came back to it when you were ready says something real. Holding angry and numb at the same time, and still choosing to keep praying that's not a small thing. That may be the whole thing, actually.
Recently I left to get a perspective on my life, not a real nice venture. Whole I stayed at a lodge, a woman there came by...in worse case than mine. She had a book of short stories of hope but couldn't relax enough to read them. This, this I could do. Words are my friend. I slowly read five stories out loud, using affect and emphasis where it was desperately needed.sl She got quiet and listened for that half hour or so. It didn't turn out perfect, but it helped her for a few moments. If I'm in a trial, yes, initially I'm hurt or angry or even bitter. But I know, I only have to turn my head left or right to see someone else in a state worse than mine. I reach for God's heart and it takes over. If I had only one to help , one to save in that place , in that moment, it's worth every moment of struggle.
That's a remarkable thing to have done, and to carry. Reading to someone who's too frayed to read for themselves is one of the more faithful acts I can imagine. You didn't fix her situation. You stayed in the room with her, and sometimes that's the whole of it.