Today I was reminded more than once that we are not alone. Not alone in our good times and definitely not alone in our bad. We’re not wired to out live our kids or have a brother or sister die. Likewise we are not wired to do something this difficult alone.
I will confess that initially there were many times where I wanted my pain to be unique to me and unique to my family. I wanted us to be the only ones that could endure or should endure the tremendous hurt that was weighing so heavy on us. I realized though that we were not the first family to suffer so and it wasn’t soon after that I realized there would be many more after us. Once I accepted this fact I wanted so desperately to connect with someone that had the same experience as I. I also wanted to find others that could empathize with my family. It helped to talk with someone who knew the depth of my pain. It’s important to understand though, not all of us will be ready to talk immediately or perhaps even ever. We all grieve differently and we all need different comforts at different times.
My God has guaranteed that I will not endure alone. Isaiah 43.2: “When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and when you pass through the rivers, they will not sweep over you. When you walk through the fire, you will not be burned; the flames will not set you ablaze.” For me that is reassuring.
This may not work for all, however there are persons on this earth that have passed through the same hardships that I or you have. If you have passed through the fires share your story so that it may be a blessing for another. In this short life our experiences are important and we have an obligation to tell our stories. Someone needs to hear them. Someone will be helped by them.
Beautiful Blue Sky 