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Joy In The Mourning

A wail escapes that echos off the tile. This is my new normal.

These days I’m ok with the damp eyes, the slow roll of tears down my face, finding myself sobbing, a snotty heap laying in the middle of a cold, damp floor. My wails no longer startle my dogs or my family.

Weeping may come for the night friend but joy does comes in the mourning.

I have to admit I’ve been pretty weepy and sometimes it leads me straight into the real ugly cry.  Damp eyes, the slow roll of tears down my face then **BAM*** I am a sobbing, snotty heap laying in the middle of a cold, damp floor.   A wail escapes that echos off the tile. This is my new normal.


I have wept in worship, hands lifted high, when that song came on that touched my soul and reminded me I am loved and I am seen in my greatest joy and my deepest hurt.  


I have wept when I think of how my sweet husband has loved me with an unconditional, selfless love that mirrors Jesus so beautifully.  A love I have desperately needed through some really, really hard times.  A love that has remained consistent and strong even when I am not very lovable.


I have wept when I look in the mirror and see the dimples of my first born baby staring back at me.  What a joyous day it will be to see those dimples again in heaven.   FaceTime with your boy reminds my heart that God knows exactly what we need and he longs to give us good, good gifts that bring great joy even in the midst of great heartache.


I wept with heartache after my Make A Wish interview that included a dad with your name.  He looked so much like you.  The texture of his hair, the wide forehead, those eyebrows....my tears quickly turned to tears of joy as I wept over that sweet little guy that we were interviewing for a wish.  So full of life and joy!  As he dug through his toy box for the perfect dinosaur I could see you as a little boy playing with your toys in the floor in a cloud of baby powder that lay so thick on the carpet the vaccum cleaner bogged down.  I dreamt of the man you would be today. 


I have wept with a deep ache in my soul for the challenges and hurt some of my friends are facing.  I have wept for the journey of loss and the journey of healing they are facing.  I have wept with joy and gratitude as I watch God show up over and over again in those places of deep hurt and sorrow.


I have wept for the joy of new life when I saw their little bodies on the ultrasound pictures for the first time.  I have wept for the blessings of grandchildren.  They are my crowing glory.


I have wept when that song comes on that reminds me of my middle baby playing outside with his tractor in the mud, in his rubber boots that had been partially eaten by the dog.  He refused to wear the new pair I bought. Not a care in the world. Tears of pure joy when I think of the man, husband and father he is today.


I have wept when the daily phone calls come from my youngest son. Overflowing joy for the growth he has displayed through his own journey and how he loves his momma.


I have wept when I thought of the young man God chose to gift us with as our own.  Such joy in watching him bloom into the man God created him to be as a husband and father.


I have wept for joy at the gift of inherited children that I get to watch and sometimes encourage as they navigate this journey through life.


I have wept when my phone pings and opens up to pictures that are sent by my daughters in love of my grandchildren or the stories that they share about what is going on in the grandchildren’s lives.  I have wept in gratitude for daughters in love that love me well.  I have wept because I am so thankful they value me in their lives and the lives of their children.  I am so thankful they value me as the mother of their spouses. The gratitude, joy and longing settle into the same space in my heart.


These days I’m ok with the damp eyes, the slow roll of tears down my face, finding myself sobbing, a snotty heap laying in the middle of a cold, damp floor. My wails no longer startle my dogs or my family. They simply show up to love me.


What I have learned from your death is that great love brings great heartache and great joy. I am learning better how to embrace the heartache and joy. I am learning how to allow great grief to live in the same space as great joy. Space in the heart of a momma that loves big and has lost big.


Weeping may come for the night friend but joy does comes in the mourning.


Much 💕,

Chrissy

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Inhale and Rest Until You Can Fly

THE CALL…THE LOSSof a child, of relationships, of a church, of a hope.

This journey, for me, has looked much like a tree that lost all of its blooms, leaves and branches when the first blast of a cold winter arrives and hangs around for a while. A broken tree trunk that has to be scraped in multiple places to find any green growth under the peeling bark.

Anguish that quietened the memories, dulled his scent and his touch, muted his laugh. I was so fearful I had lost it all, even the memories.

THE CALL…

THE LOSS

of a child, of relationships, of a church, of a hope, of a dream.

Papers served, the endless hours on the phone with attorney’s, depositions and deception. Feelings of betrayal and loneliness that stole my breath and hammered on my already shattered heart. The desperate cling to hope.  So much of it, energy that has slowed my healing journey from the loss of my precious son, Christopher. As if his loss wasn’t enough, my world as I knew it, and any semblance of the landscape, would lay pulverized at my feet shortly thereafter. A journey through loss that has reshaped almost everything I knew to be true at that time in my life. A healing journey that will not end until I join him for eternity at the feet of Jesus.

 

This journey, for me, has looked much like a tree that lost all of its blooms, leaves and branches when the first blast of a cold winter arrived and hung around for a while.  A broken tree trunk that has to be scraped in multiple places to find any green growth under the peeling bark.

The truth is, there was a time I would have preferred death.

It seemed so much easier than living with the pain.  

As I was reaching for the light, about six months into my journey, I felt as if a sheet was pulled from the cedar closet, tattered, musty and stale and thrown over my seemingly broken, dead, lonely tree trunk.  I cried out to God in anguish.  “Why God!!!”  “As if Chris’ death is not enough to bear, how could you allow this?”  “If you are loving and good, where are you now?” I can still see me broken and sobbing on the floor of my bathroom. A floor that has borne the weight of my anguish for almost five years now.

 

Anguish that quietened the memories, dulled his scent and his touch, muted his laugh.

I was so fearful I had lost it all, even the memories.

What I could not see in my anguish, as I laid in that floor and hid under that musty, smelly, stale sheet, gasping for breath, was that God was pruning those people and things from my life that would prevent my growth and His plans for me (notice I did not say my plans for me) and adding life giving water and nutrients to my heart, soul and foundation.

What I could not see in my anguish was that musty, smelly, stale sheet from the cedar closet was immediately replaced by a fresh scented, crisply ironed sheet, that was dried in the wind and softened by The Master’s hands. He laid it ever so gently over my broken heart, body and soul, allowing me to sit in my anguish as I needed, yet covering me and protecting me so my roots could grow deeper and wider and stronger in the foundation of the soil (Jesus).

He hid me in the shelter of his wings.

He was making me less so I could be more. 

 

This has been part of my healing journey through the loss of so much I cherished.  Not just loss of my first-born baby, but loss of relationships, loss of a church family that I loved, loss of hope for the future to: see my son continue to grow and thrive in Jesus, marry and do life with his girl, raise his son, enjoy his brothers and many nieces and nephews, listen as he and his friends and wife find joy and mischief in adulthood together, care for me in my old age.

Friend, maybe you can relate.  Maybe the landscape of your world has drastically changed around you from great loss or deep hurts.  Maybe you feel like I have, the stub of a tree trunk that has to be scraped in multiple places to find any signs of life, covered by a dirty sheet.

 

I want you to know that a cold, hard, long winter season may have taken you to the brink of despair and death in your grief and wherever you are in that journey, it is OK.  God has thrown a protective covering over you.  Your heart may be so broken it may seem to smell and feel like that sour, stale sheet of hurt that was tossed your way, and I get that, but it really isn't.

It is a fresh scented, crisply ironed sheet, that was dried in the wind and softened by The Master’s hands. He has gently laid it as a protective covering over you to allow you the space to work through your anguish and grief. He is using it to prune out those things that no longer serve your life or His purpose for you and grow your roots deeper, stronger, wider in his love and foundation. He is turning those losses into gain. Remember that God is a master of bringing life out of death and loss. He sent his only son to die on the cross and then raised him from the dead. For our broken, our anguish, our sin. To give us life.

 

Remember my anguish?

Remember my fear of losing even the memories of Christopher from the stress of it all?

As I write this and pray that it is healing balm for your broken heart, I can feel Christopher’s touch, I can smell his scent, I can hear his big hearty laugh, his words of love and encouragement. I can see precious memories of a relationship between a mother and a son that was never broken, even in death.

 Can you imagine the blooms and fragrance that are to come with your new growth?  

Inhale the scent of the magnificent blooms God created just for you and your life.  Uniquely and beautiful hand crafted. The branches that will spring forth. The seeds that will be carried on the wind and planted in fertile soil.

He has covered you with eagles’ wings and you will rise up to soar the skies again when God sends the healing winds that scatter the seeds from the blooms he has created for you and in you.

This bitter cold winter was not a surprise to him. Inhale the healing balm of Jesus and rest. Rest until you can fly.

Much love,

Chrissy

Those who wait on the Lord will renew their strength, they will soar on wings like Eagles.  They will run and not grow weary; they will walk and not be faint.  Isaiah 40:31

 

He will cover you with his feathers and under his wings you will find refuge.  Psalm 91:4

Blessed are those who find wisdom, those who gain understanding, for SHE (that is you friend) is more profitable than silver and yields better returns than gold. Proverbs 3:13-14

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