Good morning…
“It was often very tender and sometimes sore over the holidays,” she texted about her grieving heart. “Longing. Causing plenty of tears of remembering and of grief over not enough life shared. All the family went away together and had a loving and kind respite. It was honest and a loving time. We let each other be however we were in the moment. A time of new healing. Tears. Laughter. Fun. Fire-building, tending and gazing. Walking dogs. Cooking. Feasting. Communion. Celebrating the birth. Sweet words and prayers. A bit different Spirit among us. It was real. I have been lingering there because it feels good. Fills my heart. Slowly re-emerging into the new days and times. With permission of the Author.”
“Wow,” I marveled at her expression, raw and real. “What a beautiful way of describing the private process of grieving together as a family. Might I share your words anonymously to show what the light of life looks like as it is kept aflame in the heart of a loving family?”
“Yes, of course,” she replied. “We were in Highlands in a beautiful house that had a faulty heat pump. Wearing two layers in the house. More outside. In spite of the frigid air, we adapted. That’s why the fire was so important. We actually cheered every time the thermostat went up a degree!”
“How wonderful to fan the flame of these memories as God continues to heal each of you, separately, gradually, as the Spirit leads.”
You will grieve, but that grief will give birth to great joy (John 16:20b, VOICE).
…Sue…
