𝗙𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗬𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝗚𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗳 feels excruciating…
It hits you over and over and over with waves of tears.
It tricks you into to thinking you can do something only to fall apart in the middle of the task.
It causes your chest to feel like an elephant is sitting on it and your lungs to be breathless.
It is raw, fresh, and so painful.
It covers you in fog and confusion.
First Year Grief is so very hard…
𝗦𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗱 𝗬𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝗚𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗳 feels different than the first.
It reminds you that you have to keep on living when you feel like your world stopped.
It allows you to go a few days before it takes an ugly strike at your heart.
It hurts physically but more with a persistent ache than a stabbing agony.
It begins to clear out of your head and helps you realize if it hadn’t been for the fog you might not of survived the pain of the first 365 days.
It passed by many of the ‘firsts’ and leaves you dreading many of the ‘seconds.’
It makes you more aware of all you have lost.
Second Year Grief is equally hard.
As I read through scripture this morning I was impressed upon by the fact that many of the fathers of the Christian faith had very hard lives. They expressed their faith, but also their fears and doubts. They cried out for deliverance, but also clung to God as they continued to wait. They allowed themselves the grace to freely live in a relationship with God, not just holding him to the idea that everything must be perfect…much like the original garden. No hurts, not sickness, no sin, no misunderstandings, no silence, no loss, no death. Sadly, life here is not what God intended for us. Our lives will not meet that perfect standard until we meet him in heaven.
As much as we desire a life of ease, simplicity, and calm, we have to remember this world is not our forever home. We are not supposed to be so comfortable here that we are not longing for Jesus. Instead, we are to daily seek his face. We are to be eagerly looking for his return. We are to be joyfully working as the day grows closer. We Christians are to be hope givers by sharing our true struggles AND our faith as we live them.
“As the deer longs for streams of water, so I long for you, O God.” Psalms 42:1
If your heart is hurting like mine is…
If your life seems a mess of broken dreams and disappointments…
If you wonder how you can survive with the pain you are living with…
Turn your eyes to Jesus—long for him—follow him—allow him to carry you.
Heaven is one day closer…
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I still believe in Millie’s Miracle
☆｡･:*:･ﾟ Hebrews 11:1 ｡･:*:･ﾟ☆
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