November 4, 2016

the blessings to come

In the dark moments of life it seems that there’s always a light waiting to shine though, if only we look for it.

For me, this light has come in many forms. Sweet cards and letters. Family who is there for me. Friends with open shoulders to cry on. Smiles from strangers who know our story. Hugs from church members.

So much love. So much light.

In Tennessee, it is still 85º and sunny. We’re at the park. My mother-in-law is here visiting us for Todd’s birthday which was last week. Hard day. The kids are playing in the sand with friends and the MIL is watching the pup. So I’m sitting in the shade of a tree and trying to sort some things out.

I know when I have too many feelings that I need to write to sort them out. The hard ones, the happy ones, the yucky ones.

As we enter November and the leaves change colors and drift to the ground, I think about the changes in my own life. There have been so many this year. But those aren’t the ones I’m thinking about.

I’ve decided to be intentional about living in each day. I can’t dwell on the hurt and pain of my past, I need to focus on the blessings that are to come. Each day as I remember to breathe, try to eat, and watch my kids grow I look for the beauty and the blessings in the moments we have together.

I find myself wondering about to blessings to come.

Will anyone ever love me again the way Todd loved me?

Will I ever be able to open my heart again?

Am I too broken to have hope in love again?

I’m inpatient not knowing the future. Life takes time and love takes time. My brain knows these truths, but my heart looks to fill the holes torn through it.

The warm fall breeze reminds me that life is ever-changing. What I once was secure in was ripped out under my feet. I’m no longer naive enough to believe that it can’t happen again. Dare I risk it?

The fear of losing part of my heart again is real and raw.

Yet knowing how much his love was so very worth all I’ve endured, I feel that maybe I can risk it again. Maybe my heart will beat fast and my tummy will flutter again. Maybe someday.

As for today, I’ll face the sun and let the breeze warm my soul. This is the moment I’m living. Someday will come, and patience or not, I can’t rush it. But I can prepare for it. And pray for it. And enjoy the journey to it.

3 comments:

TN Quiltbug said...

Thank you. For this reminder that we ALL need. Hugs!

Steve said...

I remember being impatient to know the future. Just this week while previewing material for GFN I found this:

Love Comes Softly
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mtmO3t0ud1M

The whole series is on this channel. Maybe it will be a small step in the healing process or just a diversion to occupy lonely hours.

You and your children are often in our prayers.

Via Langteau said...

Dearest Cass,

Even though you desire to be loved again, and I believe you will love and be loved again someday, PLEASE give yourself the gift of time to heal. Healing takes time, and you will know when the healing time has passed. Too many people try to rush the process and end up in a bad place. Time is your friend here, please don't let well meaning friends & family push you faster than you desire to go. Courage Sister, your right where you should be, doing exactly what you should be doing.

I'm praying for you and your Chicks.

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