Someone sent me a sympathy card after the death of my Mother, and she wrote, "remember God on the dark days..." I read that and thought "well, of course I will...". Ha...dark "days" talk about a dark WEEK! What about this week is it? The dreary weather, the schedule that isn't that full this week? Too much time to remember her? Goodness, it's all of it. It's everything. This morning I just didn't want to get up, and get dressed...I didn't want the day to commence. But, the minutes passed and I realized time isn't going to stop for me to wallow. It just isn't. Life has to continue amiss my pain, although I feel everything and everyone should stop for my grief.
So, I gave myself a really stern talk mid-morning....I got dressed, and I made myself go outside....chilly weather, wind, and mist and all...I was getting outside today...I was going to be active today...and, it's not easy. I'd much rather toss back on my PJ's and mope around this house...ALL DAY LONG. But, I have to keep pushing through the pain. And, I'll tell you, I'd rather run a marathon than this. I feel as though I could push through anything easier than I can this. And so, as I sat down to write to you the stark reality of my grief I prayed. I prayed God would place his hands upon me and push me....put His hands on my back and push me forward when I am struggling. He will, I have faith in that.
My point today....get up, get dressed, and push through the pain because on the other side of this you become a champion....you can use the past painful experiences to help someone in the future. I cannot help anyone in my PJ's and wallowing...but I can when I push through the pain...I have something I can speak of.
So, I gave myself a really stern talk mid-morning....I got dressed, and I made myself go outside....chilly weather, wind, and mist and all...I was getting outside today...I was going to be active today...and, it's not easy. I'd much rather toss back on my PJ's and mope around this house...ALL DAY LONG. But, I have to keep pushing through the pain. And, I'll tell you, I'd rather run a marathon than this. I feel as though I could push through anything easier than I can this. And so, as I sat down to write to you the stark reality of my grief I prayed. I prayed God would place his hands upon me and push me....put His hands on my back and push me forward when I am struggling. He will, I have faith in that.
My point today....get up, get dressed, and push through the pain because on the other side of this you become a champion....you can use the past painful experiences to help someone in the future. I cannot help anyone in my PJ's and wallowing...but I can when I push through the pain...I have something I can speak of.