There’s something incredibly special about standing near other grieving moms.
They help me feel normal…………….
And when these grieving moms also love Jesus,
it’s almost too good to be true.
It’s as if we’re connected from the inside out.
It’s like traveling down the road of life and all of the sudden being forced onto a very scary exit ramp and being relieved to find other travelers there who understand your fear and want to help you find your way.
Their worlds were also turned upside down by devastating news,
so their smiles remind me that it’s okay to still be happy.
They’ve cried until they thought they could never cry again only to find themselves waking up in tears,
so their laughter gives me permission to still feel joy.
They wake up every single day fully aware that feeling “whole” is impossible,
yet they continue to reach out and love others in spite of their brokenness.
They understand the power of words,
so their conversations are compassionate, careful, and easy.
They “get” not throwing away things that others might consider silly, like expired Hamburger Helper from the year your child died.
They wear jewelry that tells the world that part of their heart is missing from this planet, and they love when you notice and want to talk about that part of their heart.
I love to be near other grieving moms.
I love to think of our children worshiping God together.
I love to reflect on all the ways our children were blessings and how we wouldn’t trade our pain today for a life without them yesterday.
I’m thankful today for women just like Janet and Diana who encourage me and inspire me and remind me that I am loved with an everlasting love.
We were chosen to be the parents of Zach, Adrienne, Nick, and Erica……………..and we KNOW they are cheering us on today!!
What more do grieving moms need?????
But we have this treasure in jars of clay, to show that the surpassing power belongs to God and not to us. We are afflicted in every way, but not crushed; perplexed, but not driven to despair; persecuted, but not forsaken; struck down, but not destroyed; always carrying in the body the death of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may also be manifested in our bodies.
II Cor. 4:7-10
“Where, O death, is your victory?
Where, O death, is your sting?”[a]
The sting of death is sin, and the power of sin is the law.
But thanks be to God! He gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.
I Cor. 15:55-57