28/02/2024
We often speak about the seven stages of grief like it is a to do list of emotions to work through so we can get on with our lives. But we never speak about the waves of grief, the waves of heart ache.
This week the wave feels stronger, and I need to tread a little harder to keep my head above the water and to keep my eyes dry. This week my skin is a little thin and I have to be careful not to bleed on those who are trying to love me through this.
But my Pappa’s mercies are new every morning. He is near me when my heart is broken and when joy fills my every breath. He reminds me to keep my eye on Him and when I can’t trace His hand to trust His heart…
Here is to trusting that what is, is in His hands. To appreciating what was and looking forward to what will be.
Here is to not falling apart, but falling into new depths of my Papa’s love.
