Let them go. It is not easy to say that when it is fresh. Sometimes it takes 8 months. Sometimes it takes years. Sometimes it takes considerably less. The point is to get there. In time you will see it for what it is. Maybe a release and celebration that that person you loved is in a better place. Sometimes they didn’t deserve your love and is in a worse place. There are a myriad of possibilities. But guess what? God knows everything and loves you dearly. Dearly. You are so precious to Him. And He comforts those who mourn and ask Him to. And the closer you draw to Him, the more truth He reveals to you and opens your eyes to His provision for you. And He knows it is best that they be gone from your life, for your sake or theirs or His. And let them go. If they walk out, for good reasons or bad, let them go. Give up perceived control over the situation or unreal expectation or lies or selfishness to want someone unhealthy or selfishly wanting to keep someone stuck on this earth rather than be in Heaven because of your grief. Give it up to God. Pray. Get into the Word, the Bible. Really wrap yourself up in Jesus’ arms. Hold to truth and memorize it. Let them go. I did, it took a while, but everything is as it should be. God is in charge. All is right. And I am healthier for it. God is so very good!! He knows what He is doing and loves you so very much. Lean on Him. I am here too. 🙂 ❤
The truth is I am not good at losing people. I used to be great at it, many many moves ago, living in so many places, you are still friends far away but it is all good. Some people are great at losing people, shake it off and you wonder if they care deeply for anyone they are so flippant or nonchallant. A lot of people when dumped just say “Oh well, his loss” and move on. I am made of deeper running waters. I am not sure if it is the musician or artist in me or the Spirit of God who loves everybody or just how I am cut with few friends I let in my inner circle. But losing people affects me deeply. I will have good days, productive laughter filled days. And at night I am a sobbing mess just wondering how to fill such a chasm they left and justifying my leaving the chasm unfilled as a memorial somehow or I am dishonor in them. And the truth is that Christians are supposed to not mourn so long and moms are not supposed to take some time to care for themselves just keep going, and you wonder why no one tells the truth about such things. Why bottle it in? Am I the only one? And I know God is healing and restoring me, I am at peace and joy is coming back but the process is two steps forward and then one or two back and you wonder if this is still the journey or you are caught in some dance. And I pray yet again and God comforts me yet again. And maybe the depth of the heart and love therein is proportional to how much you had needed to be loved by the person you lost. And maybe the fullness of sorrow is not overcome by the fullness of missing the absent person but by a blood curdling scream at the injustice and injury and sickness and evil of the current world and releasing the desire to be loved by someone other than the deepest love of God. Maybe releasing what we long for and think we need is the key to opening up the door for God to walk in deeper with His perfect love and fill us permanently. Maybe.
So, turns out even the deepest of mourning and ugly sadness and loss and illness has an end. There is a corner you turn in the process of God’s healing, most probably be a use if we turn the corner too soon, we keep going back to it. It is a decision that cannot come too soon, there is a process. I tried to rush that as I try to rush much of life and recently God helped me make a conscience decision to relax, be quiet, simplify and wait it out. I did so and with the help of God, my husband and kids and a handful of amazing friends, I have indeed turned that corner. I went swimming with the kids yesterday, exercised last night, listened to good music, read, watched a little home improvement shows, and planned some of our own with my husband, whose patience and new encouragement I so appreciate. So there you go. I am living proof of the healing process. I have turned a corner and God’s hope is there. I have walked quite literally through the shadow of death and while I never feared because my faith is strong, I wondered if I would live there forever. And my Good Good Father brought me through the valley. And now I understand His quiet methods and timing much better for having gone through it and fully realize His strength and wisdom and not my own that saw me through and led me back to whole. He reseal ed my heart with His healing so it remembers but is renewed stronger. Praise God who is so good! Praise God wisdom go loves us! Praise God wisdom gogo is wise and loving and present!! How I love Him!!!
I was having trouble kicking the blues. I look after my mom more now that my daddy went off to heaven, and while that is a good thing to do, it has been hard because my daddy is still in every inch of her house. And I have had a really hard time with missing him. Also having recently fought off the respiratory virus going around, I have overall been very drained and exhausted. Of course I have still worked my tail off handling everything but am tired afterward and a bit lethargic whereas I use to never tire until my head hit the pillow late at night. So recently, we quit one of our bands to lighten the load and took afterward nd vacation to boot. And I must say that therapy of silence (well, relative silence) and pairing down has worked some pretty amazing recovering. I feel like a human being again. I even had extra energy to get the rest of the dirt spread! It is only getting better! Sometimes God gives us pauses for different seasons of life to heal us up and prepare us for better. And I am falling into His arms and am happy to be here.
Most days, I have energy to spare but sometimes I still have waves of missing and am tired. I understand it is part of grief, part of the mourning process when those we loved are no longer with us. But it is a great lie that life cannot continue at great value. It is a lie that we stop here and mope the rest of our days. I believe that does those we lost a great injustice. We celebrate those who are dancing in heaven for they are done with the evil here. We are happy for those no longer in pain or forgetfulness. Yes. But we continue to live our best efforts for God who made us all and put us together for as long as we were granted. And that, my friends, even tired sometimes, is obedient worship. And when we humbly obey and try to the best of our current ability, God loves that and gives us bursts of rest and peace and energy when we need it. He is a good, good Father. And He is truth. We don’t have to be consistently overtaken in grief, that is a great lie. We honor them more and honor God by doing our best and living life as fully and happy and we can. And God helps every step of the way. Praise God!!
I just prayed this out the other day. I have had a heck of a lot of loss in the past six months particularly and about a year caretaking half days. I have lost people I love dearly, one after another. I have lost a lot of time and energy and gained weight without being able to exercise (that one is almost resolved- yay!) and lost a lot of myself. In addition, I have had to put several things down, give them up, that had been terribly important to me at rhe time, several self-ignited concepts and ideals. And every single loss was always countered by a new blessing or gift or insight or talent. And I sit here now still amazed that every loss I cried and mourned and poured myself out over was met with something of greater long term or just plain nice benefit/blessing. I lost two close friends (which I only have a handful), and God gives me two new good friends. I lost a drummer from our band to a psychopath of his choosing and God provides a new drummer who fits us like a glove. My voice was taken from me at church because of other girls’ egos and God improved my voice and taught me that I sing for Him and not crowds and I can lead worship from my piano and my voice is still heard that way. My Daddy passed away into Heaven and I am reminded daily how God is my Heavenly Daddy and steps in stronger when left alone. Man, has that helped me!!!! Sleeping alone, God comforts. Crying? God comforts. Needing security? God comforts and answers through my husband. I have never felt God’s presence so real and close to me than when I read my Bible and pray after going through all these changes. My trust and faith has grown leaps and bounds through suffering and exchanges of what I clings to versus what God gave me back that was more important and better in the long run for my soul. God is amazing! And I will take His exchanges any day any time. I know they are for God’s plan and my best because He loves me. He loves you that way too. Of course He does! 🙂
I haven’t spoken as much about grief lately because I know my Daddy would want me to live my life to the fullest possible and for God. But that does not mean I have forgotten him. Not in the least. I see grief as a long walk in the cold. At first, there is the shock of the cold air, the disturbance, the cause of grief. Then you shiver and are uncomfortable as you keep walking and have a lot of trouble focusing, then eventually you get used to the cold and your coat warms you. Now and then you get a blast of cold air that makes you uncomfortable again but you are quicker to think and recover for a bit. This is the process. First is initial shock, then deep feelings of loss and pain followed by a getting back to life but with wafts of pain and discomfort. Mostly life is livable or good again but there are moments of deeper remembrance and contemplation of loss. So, if you are going through this process, keep going and pray and it is okay if it takes a while. It just does. We are not robots. And if you know me or someone else going through this roller coaster journey, know that it is okay, pray, please be patient. It will get better with time and prayer. God comforts those who mourn and He has me helped most, because I humbly asked Him to. Keep moving forward. Tears and all, pray and keep moving forward. Love you!