Grief seems to hit differently in the morning.
It’s in that moment when you wake up and reality settles in again, that someone you love is no longer here, and you won’t see them again this side of heaven.
On Friday, my dad, Ron, passed away. He lived in Southern California, and although our relationship wasn’t especially close, losing a parent is still deeply hard. There’s something about that loss that settles into your heart in a way that’s hard to explain.
At the same time, we are under Farewell Orders and preparing to move at the end of June. As officers, this is a familiar kind of grief, leaving behind close friends, a congregation we love, a home, a community we’ve poured our hearts into, and for our kids, their schools and friendships. It’s never easy. It’s never light.
And right now… it just feels like a lot.
God must know that I am stronger than I feel in this moment, because His Word promises He won’t give us more than we can bear. I know His truth is deep in my heart. I know He is with me. I know He is near to the brokenhearted.
But even knowing all of that… this is still really hard.
If you think of our family, we would appreciate your prayers in this season. 💛
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