A good cry - a happy serenity.

Last night I read the saddest thing in a while. *note: I never read anything with emotional content. Recently my emotions have been all over the place with my own life and I’ve been afraid to care for/ about anyone else but ME. Great way to live eh? This self-centeredness is a whole ‘nother topic!

Anyway, the sweetest lady has opened her blog to the public, after the sad loss of her baby son nearly 5 years ago. And I read her story last night. And she wrote a poem about her experience. And she is way too talented a writer! I felt her pain, saw her babies the way she does, felt the panic, shock, denial, the desperation, the acceptance, the miracle of peace, and the beginning of moving forward. I don’t know what the last 5 years have been for her - I can’t imagine very easy. But now, she is sharing her experience of mommy-hood with her three other sons and loving hubby. Her blog is a very sweet and uplifting place to be. I know - how surprising is that?

Reading her story, and Heather’s has been such a special part of this week for me. They have written stories of how God has reached down and touched them in their deepest need. And it seems to me, that these mommies have faced and come to peace with some of life’s toughest questions.

It just makes me feel calm to read the stories, to remember God’s hand is around here and active. To remember that I’m not alone in my struggles. And neither, dear reader, are you.