Saturday, September 17, 2016

You ask where the blog posts have gone.
I'm walking through a season of sadness and frankly, just weary of words.
I'm sad that our country is polarized, but even sadder that the values I hold dearly seem to be wasting away in the hearts of our people.
I'm sad that my life is no longer filled with children and grandchildren. The loss is so devastating that I can't risk spilling it on paper.
I'm sad that my children grieve harder than me.
Sad that Plan A is erased, Plan B-unlikely, Plan C-still to be determined.
So I cling to the wise, healing words of others for a while.  Courageous women and men, having also walked the road of suffering, lend a stronger voice than I can muster.
Listen in...

You don't think you'll live past it and you don't really.
The person you were is gone. But the half of you that's still alive wakes up one day and takes over again.  
Thanks for hope, Barbara Kingsolver
Believe me, every heart has its secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.
Interesting, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 
No matter how deep the pit into which I descend, I keep finding God there...he is vulnerable to pain, quick to shed tears, and acquainted with grief. God is a suffering Sovereign who feels the sorrow of the world.
Very comforting, Jerry Sittser
There is no straight path leading you out of the valley of that shadow. That shadow world became home to me, just as it has to anyone who loses a partner. Partners without partners understand; partners with don't.
I understand, Rob Gieselmann
I wait expectantly for a bumper crop of fresh thoughts.


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