Last evening, a phone call with devastating news nearly took me down. Without discussing private family business, let me say, we will get through this together.
The journey will be difficult and tragic. The outcome will not be joyful. But, we will get through it together.
We have weathered severe circumstances before and come out the other side damaged but afloat. We will do so again.
He called me several times today. My Monday morning at the 9-5 was spent battling a weak computer and a new payroll system. Tears of frustration and tears of panicked grief from the news of the phone call last night alternated for a few hours. Finally, I got my feet under me. A large part of my recovery was because he called. He called again. And again, he called.
I realized the reason later as I sat in my car for my lunch break, breathing in fresh air and feeling the sun on my skin. So many times over our many years together, he has seen me crater. He has seen me fall apart at the seams. He has seen me implode.
Sometimes the process is slow and not so noticeable. But, in recent years, he has figured out how to handle me. He has figured out what to do and what to say to keep me from going under with the weight of grief. Goodness knows we have had our share. During one call he simple told me that I can’t stop what is happening. There is no purpose in letting myself fall. I said I have to feel the pain. He said yes, but I don’t have to get lost in it. Not in those exact words. But that was the message.
Such is the risk of love. When the heart is allowed to love another and that other is in peril, the heart breaks. But, the mind and the spirit does not have to break along with it. A peaceful mind and a brave spirit will pull the broken heart up and lay it in the Light of the Son for His Healing. Time is a joker. Only Love truly heals.
May we have Mercy and Grace in the days to come.
Raining Orchids 