Since my last post, I have had numerous thoughts about blogs I wanted to write. I even wrote several blogs on a separate document and never posted them. So this weekend I purposed to finally write. And now, writing a blog is the final item on my to do list for the weekend. But as I opened this page to start writing, I realized part of the reason these ideas never made it into writing.
Whether consciously or subconsciously, I have been avoiding my blog.
Avoiding it because one of the first people to always read and comment on my blogs was my Grandma.
Avoiding it because it’s a reminder of loss, tears, and grief.
And tonight, unexpectedly, I came face to face with the reminder.
So here I am, writing a completely different blog than I intended to.
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You see, grief is a funny thing.
It comes suddenly, without warning. It overwhelms. Like a wave crashing on the sand.
It has been a little over 8 months since I cried some of the most overwhelming tears I ever have in my life. Gut-wrenching sobs that sucked all the air from my lungs.
These days, I don’t cry as hard or as often. Sometimes, like today, the tears surprise me. Sometimes they don’t. Sometimes I choose to let the tears fall. Sometimes I will them away.
Processing loss is a journey. One with winding, unpredictable roads.
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Throughout this journey, I am grateful that God reminds me I am not alone.
Even in the middle of writing this post, I had three timely interactions: support from my sister, a joyful video from a friend, and a phone call.
Each of these interactions reminds me to be intentional. We never know what those around us happen to be processing or dealing with. A simple text or call can be an important reminder that we are loved and supported.
So, as you go throughout your week, I challenge you to take a minute to love to those around you. It could mean the world to someone.
That the world may know... 