I am weary. When will the storm clouds clear? When will the
ache in my heart dull? When will the tears stop flowing?
Yesterday while driving through the neighborhood, a young
couple sat in their driveway supervising their three young children. It brought
back a flood of memories—the years we spent raising our three young children
and how we cherished our time together, playing, laughing, loving. “Why can’t
we go back?” I sobbed. I wanted to turn back the hands of time and relive those
years with Woody by my side. I wanted another chance to live and laugh with the
love of my life.
Tears. They have a will of their own. They sting and stab at
my eyes. I cannot control them. Grief is an unpredictable monster devouring
everyone and everything within its stead.
It consumes and confounds. And I find myself floundering within its menacing
grip. Why can’t I escape? Why does it persist for so long?
I know God is with me, but even David—a man after God’s own
heart—occasionally felt abandoned and alone. I am well aware of that emotion. I
am living that reality. It is difficult, at best, to recognize God’s loving
hand in the midst of such deep sorrow. Yet, I continue on in faith knowing that
eventually I will once again distinguish God’s perfect presence in my life.
I'm so with you Kim. C.S. Lewis said "and no one ever told me about the laziness of grief". That is how I feel. Like my arms and legs are made of lead. I am so sorry friend.
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