Sunday, August 23, 2009

How to heal a broken heart.

As I continue on my journey that God has set before me...I continue to struggle with a broken heart of missing my little ones and yearning for more to add laughter into this already loud and silly house...I have found a few things that have begun to heal my heart. This may sound "bad" but one way to start to heal is to surround yourself with other that are also in pain and need help or assistance in some way. You may gain a lot of comfort and great friendships may blossom from this connection, there truly is ALWAYS someone who is hurting and grieving more than you. But as he reminds me over and over again..."it is not all about you-it is about me and my kingdom".
I have tried to help others in different ways the last few years...just the knowing that someone is being helped from a small action that I all for HIM...I have just decided that as a stranger may benefit from the time or item that I donate...I am truly doing it to honor my KING...he has given me so much.
Last week our church went through Matthew 25:35.... WOW...huge thump on the head for me...God himself could have been standing in front of me saying..."are there limits of what you will do for ME!"
Challenge for the week(or more )do kind acts for those around you or a total will create a ripple affect and others will benefit from one act of kindness...ideas:

Pay for the meal of the person behind you in the drive prepared that they may be getting lunch for the whole office...not that that happened...ha...ha....or drop something off at the food pantry or homeless shelter in your have just need to find it. Or donate school supplies to the local school.

Friday, August 14, 2009

It is funny that something a simple as getting a hair cut can bring up the memory and name of can tell people who have suffered grief before in their life...they ask question after question..without judgement of how you answer.
As I was getting my yearly hair cut(and my guy and gal were being patient;0) the stylist started asking questions about me ...are we done having kids, why so many years between them...and the dreaded question how many do I have. I usually say two. Just seems to make people feel bad when you tell them the whole story. But it was how she she knew something was "up". So I nicely said...well I have been blessed to be pregnant 4 times, but God blessed me even more with the two he let me keep for now. (and I didn't even cry-yeah me) I can't believe he gave me the words. He is great that way. If you are reading this and know of someone who has suffered a loss of any kind, husband, wife, child, parent, friend...please ask them questions about their loved one. I always have a great feeling of love and little glimpse of parenting Elijah when I get to say his name or talk about him, if even for a second.
Hoping to post some pictures of our Colorado trip. I always feel close to God...but something special about praying in the is awesome.