It’s been 15 months. 15 Long, Hard Months. I often look back at the time and think, “how is that possible? What have I done and accomplished with that time?” Upon reflection, I see that I (and the boys) have had to do many hard things.
hearing the words, “he didn’t make it” those words ring in my ears
having to tell the boys their dad died
Feeling so helpless as I held them while they cried
Touching his hands one last time
Having to walk away from his body so he could be buried
Moving out of our home filled with memories
watching two little boys walk to school, thinking, “they are too little to be without their dad”
holidays, birthdays, family events
receiving his diploma that he worked so hard for
holding them, as they cry “that they miss their daddy”
not sleeping, because the bed is so empty
seeing someone in scrubs
being so physically and emotionally exhausted, when they ask you to sing them goodnight, you just want to say, “go to bed”
moving into our new home without himwatching the boys play football/sports without him
making family decisions without his input
The list could go on, but this is what I want the boys to know.
I have done hard things, but not of my own strength!
As I have faced each of these hard things, I have thought, “I can’t do this. This is too hard. This is too much!”
See the real me, the weak me, is the one that sobs in the shower or stoplight. The one that crawls into bed, because I can’t continue. The real me, answers, “go to bed.” instead of singing. The real me has a hard time finding the old me who was happy, kind, patient, fun, loving.
But inevitably, just like in the hospital when strong arms surrounded me and held me up when I couldn’t stand, a still, small voice whispers in my heart,
“Jesus said unto him, “if thou canst believe, all thing are possible to him that believeth.”
If there is anything I learned while sobbing at stoplights, it's this...
I am not the only one that cries at stop lights.
Every one has their own trials.
Jesus Christ is there for each one of us.
He loves each one of us.
He weeps with us over our sorrows,
and smiles with our joys.
Lucky for me, the real me doesn’t have to do this alone.
I have never been alone.
Even during the darkest moments, my Savior Jesus Christ has been there for me.
It Because of Him that I can face each day. It is “Because of Him” that I know I will see Damond again.
It is “Because of Him” that I know Families Are Forever.
Happy Easter Sunday!
Enjoy this video as it testifies of the Savior I love!
I am sometimes asked, “if it’s getting easier.” Another widow friend of mine answered it best, “its not that it gets easier or hurts less. It's that my grieving muscles have become stronger.”