Grief and Thanksgiving

I had the opportunity to spend the weekend with a group of lovely women.  I was looking forward to rest, relaxation and fun.  But, being away from my kids and the good work of motherhood, I found myself grieving again.  I thought I was done with grief.  Silly girl.  It seemed so unfair that it surprised me like that.  But instead of trying to deny that I was feeling oh so blue, I chose to embrace it knowing that this is a necessary step toward healing.  So I spent some time alone praying, reading and resting.  And it was good.  In the end, it was a wonderful and energizing weekend.

I am thankful for gracious and caring friends who reached out to me, but let me be alone when I needed it.  I am thankful for my parents who cared for my children giving me the space to feel what I needed to.  I am especially thankful to Jesus, for his gentle and loving presence in my time of need.  He is faithful.