Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Mercies every morning


One of the things I've ALWAYS counted on is a "fresh start" in the morning. No matter how bad things look at night, a new day always shines just a bit brighter. There's always hope.

It's dark outside. Our house is finally quiet. I should drag myself to bed. But in a very real way, tomorrow does not shine brightly for me at this point. Tomorrow is the day we bury our son. I honestly have no idea how I"ll get through the day. Except, of course, I have three other children who need me. They need me to be their mom and help them deal with their grief. And I need to figure out how to do that while dealing with mine.

And in spite of my fears & worries, the sun WILL rise tomorrow. (It may be behind cloud cover but it will be there). The world will go on. We'll get through saying good bye to Seth, again. And we WILL move forward in hope.

But I will call on God, and the Lord will rescue me. Morning, noon, and night I cry out in my distress, and the Lord hears my voice. (Psalm 55: 16-17). Thank you, Lord for being our strength morning, noon, and night. I praise you for hearing my cries and rescuing me.

3 comments:

Glenn said...

Today in one of the articles I read on healthy grieving it recommended putting your feelings in writing - journaling etc. You do it so very well -- I love your way with words and feelings.

GHT

I'm the Mom said...

My thoughts and prayers are with you. May the Lord help you through your day.

Chaffin Family said...

Thank you for sharing your heart with us. You have a wonderful way of expressing yourself.