This past Sunday afternoon I found myself alone and quite upset. It sorta came out of nowhere. I had been to church and ate lunch at Wendy’s with my sister, then stopped for a few things at the grocery store. Not having any specific plans, I ended up outside doing a little bit of yard work. All seemed well. Around dusk, I came in the house and it all just hit. Keeping a nicely manicured yard and a super neat house just seemed fruitless with no one to share it. Why bother, I asked myself. That’s when the pity party set in. I know grieving is a natural part of our lives when we lose a loved one and that it is okay to grieve, but let’s be honest, grieving is self-centered. Why did I get left alone? What am I supposed to do now? You get the picture, don’t you? That’s why I’ve seen that it is important not to stay in that place very long. And I don’t. My “low” times are few and they are brief, but rest assured, I do have them.
Not wanting to call anyone and whine, I just put my feelings “out there” on Facebook. It wasn’t long before someone responded with words of encouragement and love. Then someone else, and then someone else. Those words were honey to me. Just knowing someone cares means a lot. I’ve learned over this past year or so that many, many people really do care, but don’t know what to do or what to say. One of the best ways to deal with that is by just simply telling them about your feelings and/or what you need. Most people are relieved to know a tangible way to help and are so happy to do so. Why is it we expect people to read our minds and then get miffed at them when they don’t? We sure are some complicated beings!
Monday morning as I read my Bible and devotional books, God just poured His Words of love and grace and encouragement into me. It seemed like every single thing I read was placed right there for that particular time in my journey. Maybe you don’t believe things like that happen, but I do. God is faithful and He is always right on time with the exact words we need to hear. Sometimes we don’t want to hear what He has to say, but sometimes, like Monday morning, His words are like a great big snuggly hug. They surround us and comfort us and bring us peace. There is no better place to be than in the arms of God!
The photo above was taken last February. It was sometime after Les’ first round of chemo, so he was weak and run down. We were at Stacey’s and wanted to be outside with her, Mike, my sister, Debbie, and the grandchildren, so we opened the back of their Expedition and sat inside. Only recently did I see this picture and I have to tell you, I treasure it. I miss Les so much, but seeing this picture reminds me of how blessed we were to have as much time as we did.
Lots of love, Sharon