I’ve been having a hard time wrapping my brain around everything that happened since April. Some days I feel stuck, and other days memories come flooding in. How do you deal with the unexpected? Is there a right way to work through things? I wish there was a mathematical formula to follow when dealing with emotions and grieving what used to be. Something that’s tried and true.
Trusting God with our life had always seemed easy, until one day I really had to. Trust, I mean. It’s not just saying it, or even meaning it wholeheartedly. It’s knowing. All those little things are not just a coincidence or random. That’s Him showing us that He loves us, completely. It’s when even though God’s love feels different, distant even, you know He’s there always.
He will tend his flock like a shepherd;
he will gather the lambs in his arms;
he will carry them in his bosom,
and gently lead those that are with young.
I’ve been writing the details down, trying to get my thoughts onto paper. It’s therapeutic. I will probably share E.’s story here sometime. I know stories can’t be rushed, so for now I put together a small documentary of E.’s story.