I'm blank. Not sure what to write today. Why? My life feels overloaded for a variety of reasons. Isn't overload a time when a writer draws from our feelings? I can't mine words from the depths that I can't feel or touch. There are some moments in life from which words do not flow. And the journal page remains blank.
I'm grieving the loss of someone I loved. Even though the person I lost spent Easter resurrected with his Creator, I still miss him. Etched on a headstone in Ireland is this quote, "Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal." Memories can be treasures or mill stones on our hearts.
Although a blank paper stares back at me, the canvas of our lives makes me smile as I reflect upon on the joy he brought to my life. I'm so grateful my precious treasure now basks in the glow of God's love.
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4 comments:
Scoti,
Thanks for spending part of your Easter day with me--and for sharing your loved one with me too. Missing him with you . . .
Even writers can be at a loss for words in times such as these. Nothing I say can ease the pain you're feeling. My heart goes out to you.
You have my deepest sympathy. I have lost dear sweet friends and I know how draining it can be on your soul.
Dear God, hold Scoti in the palm of your hands today. Lift her up on eagle's wings and let her know your love and comfort.
To God be the glory.
Scoti,
You are in my prayers. Thank you for being honest here. These words spoke to my heart. I love you dearly. I miss your loved one too.
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