a mother’s grief.

a mother’s grief.

Since my son died, there is a part of my heart that is numb.

It was fractured . Just like a broken bone, it mended.

But it doesn’t look the same. It doesn’t work the same.

Did you ever cut your hand? Even though it healed, there is a scar? Or it feels numb in that area?

It’s like that.

A part of my heart lost its feeling. I can’t remember the last time I felt that down deep, warm feeling about someone or something.

I want to. I so desperately miss that feeling. But it’s gone. It just doesn’t work.

Don’t get me wrong. I am not walking around like a shell. It may not be noticed by others.

But I notice.

I don’t dwell on this. That’s the key. You have to live with it. It doesn’t define who you are, but it definitely affects who you are.

And this is the hidden part that frustrates people because you are not who you once were.

If this describes you, you are not alone! We’re going to make it. We have to. There’s life to live and people to love!

But it’s a choice. Just like the person who is told they are unlikely to walk again, they do not focus on what they can’t do but what they can do…or might do!

And for me, I know God has covered that part of my heart, and protects it from further damage.

He wants to do that for you, too.



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