Hard Truth!

The melody that the loved one played upon the piano of your life will never be played quite that way again, but we must not close the keyboard and also the instrument to gather dust. We must seek out other artists of the spirit, new friends who gradually will help us to find the road to life again, who will walk the road with us.

~ Rabbi Joshua Liebman

This is hard truth. Don’t know if I’m whole heartedly embracing it yet, but it’s truth.

It’s been a hard month with hard truths in it. The realization of the depth of this loss becomes real and deeper, and it threatens to smother my light, my joy, my smile…

Sometimes all I can do is sit and weep and whisper, “Come Holy Spirit”

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Gone?

 

I have mentioned before that I’m reading things that have to do with grieving, hoping for some insight, or peace, or understanding. When I find things that touch me or change something inside of me, I want to always make sure you know where I got it.

 

Gone from My Sight

I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength. I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.

The someone at my side says, “There, she is gone!”

Gone Where?

Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in mast and spar as she was when she left my side and she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port.

Her diminished size is in me, not in her. And just at the moment when someone at my side says “There, she is gone!” there are eyes watching her coming, and other voices ready to take up the glad shout, “Here she comes!” – and that is dying.

~Anonymous

 

I recommend to you “Confessions of a Grieving Christian” by Zig Ziglar

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