Do I remember? Wow, have I forgotten? I need to focus intently to remember, yet I don’t want to go there again. So remember I don’t. Wow…
At news of a very sick friend, I agonize at the pains she suffers, the shock to the couple, to the family, to friends. Death can seep in silently, a thief in the night. Beings ripped apart, at the brink of death.
Yet, wow…
I struggled to believe that I would ever heal, walk back from the abyss and forget… forget? Wow…
The miraculous has worked within me, day and night, over and over, breath by breath. Each moment of staring death in the face, ripping, screaming, fainting… the miraculous has held me close. Wow…
This day catches me off guard. Living water filling each crevice cracked open by the icy veins of pain. Wow…
There is a conqueror of death… There is a healer of wounds… There is a living water that fills… There is a love beyond all love… Wow…
So today as I sit and see this healing within, I’m speechless… gratitude beyond gratitude, rather just love, fills my being.
Wow… Wow… Wow… an amazing God we have… Wow…
Though I walk through the midst of trouble, you will revive me; You’ll stretch forth your hand against the wrath of my enemies, and with your right hand will save me. Psalm 138
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Donna, so grateful once again for you ability and vulnerability to put into words your thoughts, struggles and insights as you walk through the grief of your loss of Randy. My sister recently lost her husband of 52 years. He has not been sick and suddenly had a massive heart attack. I am close by now, having settled in GA a year ago, so I am spending almost every day with her. Your wisdom is helping me to be sensitive to her needs and feelings, and I am grateful
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Oh Jane, my heart grieves for her, yet joys that you are supporting in presence. As I think back, these helped ME the most, hopefully they will have help for her too: Where is God in the Messy Places by Jake Owensby, presence of another person so not alone, and the words from another widow.. It will get better. I didn’t believe her, and had many struggles, yet I help those words close through it all, because I saw her survive. Love to you both💙
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Thank you Donna
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