I’m tumbling into the midst of my pain. My heart is aching from the missing. I need to fill my heart with sweet memories but the broken vessel is leaking endlessly.
Grief is such an exhausting emotion. It pulls, it tears hard at my soul.
The false smile I fix to my face is slipping. My hiding place is found.
I need to find my place again in this world. A place that fits a grieving mother.
I want joy to fill my heart. The light to shine in the recesses of my very being.
So much left to cherish, so much left to love.
I know I cannot do this alone, my strength does not compare.
So I turn to the one who loves me. The one who restored my soul.
My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.
(Psalms 73:26, NIV)