The Cross
What do you do after all the tears have been cried but the aching continues? What do you do when the funeral ends and everybody goes back to their own normal routine only your life has been altered for a lifetime? What do you do when “normal” no longer exists and you just feel all you are doing is just barely existing becausing really living hurts too much? What is left then when what feels like your love, your heart and your life has been ripped from your very soul? How do you heal a wound that deep? How do you bandage that kind of sore? What do you take for that kind of pain?
There is only one other who knows that pain, trauma and reality. He is the one who watched as His son died a torcherous death and let it happen for the good of all. He is the one that doesn’t leave your side when everyone else goes back to life. He is not the bandage but the cure. God will never leave you. God will not go back to normal life. God is what you take to heal that kind of pain. Go to God in nature, in prayer, in church, in your mind, in the darkness, in the depth, in your soul. Go to God and let Him know you need Him now and He will help you. He will send you people that will love you through the pain. He will send you signs to know that life will work out. He will love you beyond your pain. Go to God let Him help you and let Him LOVE YOU.
You keep telling the stories of your loved one to your family. My greatest comfort is my belief in the Communion of Saints which keeps us united as the body of Christ.
I feel my dad’s presence, he’s just in another “room” in the mansion…and I KNOW he is in a better place and that He’s eternally happy as he watches over us and waits to welcome us. In fact, I believe when I die, God will send him to come and take me to heaven, since I get lost so easily and don’t like traveling by myself.
In Hawaii they have the saying, “no one really dies until no one remembers them”. We still talk to my dad as well as about my dad, we remember his birthday and other important dates. The first year we set a chair in his spot at the Thanksgiving and Christmas table and his picture is still on our bookcase.
How do you fill a deep hurt? You fill it up with love! Love for those you see, those given to you to care for, with prayer, and stories, and exercise, and gratitude, and rest…what would Gin want you to do? To live life to the fullest…God is good all the time, All the time God is good!