There is a particular brand of tragedy called Loss. There are no visible scars, no physical evidence.
It changes everything, redefines who you are, and takes your breath away.
When you least expect it, when it is what you fear most.
Some day I can tell you the whole story. For now let’s just say that in 2013 I got married. It’s 2015 now, and my husband is gone.
I can’t say that I was not prepared for this, because I believe that my heavenly Father knew this was coming from the day I was born, and He has been preparing my heart and my mind…for such a time as this.
This isn’t the blog of a person who is through a difficulty, and looking back on it with triumph. This is a person in the throes of the chaos and uncertainty.
If you are in that place right now, dear reader, we are there together.
Reach out with me for the pieces of your life that still ring true, for the people who love you.
I walk this journey, not one day at a time, but one moment at a time, one breath at a time. Sometimes leaning into the grief, sometimes drawing back away from it. Always moving forward.
Walk with me.
You are loved,