Inevitable. Hubby and I were on a date, and there she was ~ our son`s new mom. 💔
Our son might have been there too; we don’t know. He’s in college somewhere, I think. Maybe he went back to the car when he saw us; maybe we could have seen him.
We just don’t know.
I guess it was gonna happen sometime. In a community this small, it’s remarkable that it took seven years to run into their family somewhere.
God why does this hurt so much? Nothing has changed~our son still left when he was 16 and eventually changed his name and joined another 👪 family (from his highschool drama club) when he was 22. Four years ago.
But it does hurt. How do I get over this, Jesus? You’ve got to help me! or I am toast.
I trust You Yahweh.
Please hold me now. I miss our son. I feel like I will never be happy again.
Ok. Miserable at 2am. Autoimmune diseases and family griefs suck.
this seems to me an excellent time to remind myself of the beautiful and smart and bless-ed. “Time for one of my little lists”, as Emily Peabody would say.
The sound of ocean surf
bird song on a bright forest morning
my hubby’s quiet, rhythmic snore (He works so uncomplainingly — is that a word? –for us. 🌻)
Out of the Silent Planet by CS Lewis
Lavender bath salts
Getting a brand new 💄 lipstick 💄
The marriage bed–hubby and I, as abuse survivors, have talked and worked and counseled and lost sleep and suffered for all of our victories there. It’s the one thing in our difficult lives that unfailingly works. Like coming home for our hearts or Christmas morning or a new snowfall.🌷
Distant, misty mountains
Pickingberries in the sun shine
“The hills are alive with the sound of music… ” love that movie. Julie Andrews is such a lady.
Clothes hung out, dryin’ on the line
Aprons with pockets
How my little Chihuahua mix bosses my Collie and my Lab mix around and makes them mind. Grin.
Morning walks with the sun coming up
my daily devotions– like coming home for my heart or Christmas morning or a new snow fall 🌷
Neatly trimmed men’s beards
Carrying babies on my hip
My dogs and Jesus–they are the reason I have made it through the last eight years.
Talking to my hubby while he’s working on the car and bringing him cold drinks
I know about this. At least a little. My best friend and mentor (who I lived with during my last years of highschool) died at 42 years old. She died just after my first husband left me.
Sandy just woke up one morning and said “I can’t breathe.” And died.
She left a husband, a twelve-year-old daughter, a twenty-two-year-old sister and twenty-one-year-old me.
Pulmonary embolism, the autopsy said.
I am so thankful that she was in good health long enough to help me through reporting a close family member who was abusing our little cousin at the time. Sandy drove me to our county police office and sat with me in the waiting room and took me home for the weekend. Terrifying. It was the hardest thing I had ever voluntarily done at that time.
I appreciated her no-nonsense, caring, practical self there with me.
I was thinking about that grief as I read this verse today. You know how everyone you love has a certain “feel” to their presence in your life?
When God 🙏 released the Holy Spirit to earth 🌎 at Pentecost and they had the tongues of fire and rushing wind and stuff: were they like, “Shalom. Oh, it’s You, Jesus. We’ve missed you. Hello again” ?
I wonder. Did the disciples–especially Peter, James and John, who were Jesus’ best friends, it says–recognize Jesus’ familiar, caring, supportive, honest presence as well?
Like my friend Sandy, for example: she had a certain playful, bossy, motherly, honest way to her. It’s the thing I have missed the most about her. I would recognize it again. She felt like a big sister, you know? She loved Jesus and her family and Skip-bo and coke with tons of ice in it. She made a mean green chili burrito. She was picky about how we cleaned her house. She loved layaways and blue light specials at k-mart. We stayed up late talking, all of us, a lot.
is like a really cranky, mega-experienced, universally difficult, really old science teacher. Once you get past the crusty parts, she can be a total sweetheartwhowouldgiveyoutheshirtoffherback and your favorite.