I hope everyone’s Thanksgiving was fantastic! Even though I cooked a big dinner and enjoyed the company of family on turkey day, I can’t say that mine was overly amazing. My grandfather passed away the night before after what seems like years of illness. He was a good man, and he will be missed dearly. That said, it feels good to know he is at home with God, back with my grandmother. RIP.
Also this week, I found that I am not as far along in my grieving and healing process as I thought I was for my miscarriage. It reared its ugly head with full force for several days. The emotions still feel so raw and heartbreaking, and I find that I just want to know when the crying will end, if it ever does. I don’t want to cry anymore. I want to move on. So after I dry my tears I take a deep breath and take one step at a time, trying to be honest with myself and others, and I pray. I pray like crazy and I remember my favorite Bible verse, and what will get me through.
One day it will be better. I know it will, and I have faith that God will heal me in time. I just have to let it happen.