Of the Counting of Days...

 photo credit: Stacy MacLaren

photo credit: Stacy MacLaren

It has been 1 month today.

31 days.

744 hours.

Someone said they hope I get back to a new normal soon. I don't really know if normal is ever going to happen again. Furthermore, soon is relative - and not in my hands. (By the way, don't say that to someone who is grieving. We need to get better in our dialogue of death and grief...we need to learn how to deal with the uncomfortable places when others are hurting.)

One month is a drop in the bucket compared to the rest of a life without your child. There is truly not a moment that goes by that he isn't in my mind and in my heart. It is as if my head has 2 lanes of thought traffic, one has thoughts coming on and getting off the freeway, the other lane is the same thoughts all the time. I don't know if I want that to stop.

God promised healing for a grieving Zion. He promises renewal to His people...in His time. Promises fulfilled are not always immediate, nor should they be. There are things to be learned in the midst of the ocean. Graces to be given & received. Tears to be shed & captured. Wounds take time to heal, and broken hearts are not easily bound up with smiles that hide the pain and small talk that covers the ache.

Nonetheless, we move forward and yet never stop counting the days.
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