3am wide awake—
Swirling thoughts and aching legs.
Scripture Lullabies washing me with “Peace Be Still”.
A brown rocking chair, a little sweet smelling monkey, and time convening with the Lord.
Oh how a sleepless night can be redeemed when we lay it at the feet of Jesus.
It’s been many months since I have spent a night in that chair. My thoughts went straight to Millie and the many moments spent there together. How I miss getting ready for bed each night by rocking my girl as she snuggles her pink blankie and her monkey. The feelings and emotions are so big, almost ripping through my heart and yet they don’t come out. I have no words to share the depth of the loss.
I do know that each person experiences grief so differently. I so greatly appreciated learning a few basic grief concepts after losing Millie. One was that any phrase that begins with “at least” or “yes but” has no place in comforting a grieving parent. A second was understanding that there is no comparison about whose grief is harder, rather all grief is bad. Loss hurts—any loss. Whether an expected loss or unprepared surprise. The pain may be different but at the end of the day, it’s still pain.
May the Lord use my words to be a balm to an aching heart. May he comfort the hurting and carry the weary. May he guide my steps, my thoughts, and my life.
Blessings sweet friends…
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I still believe in Millie’s Miracle
☆｡･:*:･ﾟ Hebrews 11:1 ｡･:*:･ﾟ☆
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