It's Been Three Months...

My dear friend, it’s been three months since you’ve heard from me. Three months since I tucked myself away to grieve. Three months since our son David breathed his last. And my life is not the same. It will never be the same. 

I have so much to share with you. So much to explore with you if you’re willing. Are you willing?

There have been thoughts and words and emotions and voices emerging from me that I don’t recognize as my own. 

In these last three months I’ve had people clasp their mouths, eyes in horror, when they’ve seen me sitting in a café, and then quickly turn and rush to the exit. I get it. It’s uncomfortable to be near or to face someone who’s living your worst nightmare.

My world has been seriously altered. My relationship with God has a dimension I would have been happy to live without. Tears of sorrow have become commonplace for me. And I choose, by faith to believe: The Lord is close to the brokenhearted, saves those whose spirit is crushed (Psalms 34:18).

As I navigate my way, dear friend, I’m going to share parts of me I’ve been discovering. Parts I didn’t know were there. Spiritual muscles I’ve never really had to exercise. Not like this. 

And maybe, by God’s grace, something of our journeys will intersect and we’ll both be better for it.  

It’s good to be with you again.

~ Nancy