We all have moments we struggle, right?
I struggle, I falter, I sometimes think I can’t get through today. Some thing, some person, some distraction takes my mind where I don’t need to go, don’t want to focus, or just outside my realm. There are just some places I don’t belong.
And, there are other places I just don’t want to be.
I am learning to reduce the noise in my life, surround myself with solitude, peace, and silence. It is amazing how close I can become with God when I turn off the sound. It is a sort of exercise I wish I would have kept up with a long time ago.
Nonetheless, I realize lessons are something I will always learn in life no matter how old I am.
Being more spiritual, believing in a higher power has brought me peace at those uncertain instances when anxiety sets in, I can’t breathe, and I feel as if I am being buried. At times, I feel lost in my life, tormented by the unknown, alone in the darkness, deafened by the silence. Ironically, the same silence that when I talk to God brings me a sense of calm.
My close family members and friends know me. They know the place I am in my life, respect my struggles and sympathize with my pain. They listen, they empathize, they supoort. They may not know how I feel, but they acknowledge my strength, my resilience.
They also know I am human.
“For all have sinned, and come short of the glory of God;”
Romans 3:23
And, that just validates the reality some know me better than others, and some don’t know me at all.
Everyone in my life has a role, and some roles last longer than others. Some don’t make it through one chapter, but everyone serves their purpose.
As the saying goes, some people are a blessing, others are a lesson.
I am thankful for both.
When hubby got cancer I was a mess. It was like a levee broke, and I was flooded with fears and questions and worry. It consumed me, and it put me in a state of shock.
I have always felt I could handle anything thrown my way as long as I was prepared. A cancer diagnosis doesn’t fall into that category. Most of us believe those are the kinds of things that happen to other people.
It in fact has been a hard year for many people. A pandemic is not for the weak. I know so many fighting cancer, along with numerous other battles. It has been a tumultuous year for us all, and some of us have fought battles this year that no one knows about.
Yes, even in my family.
This whole year has been hell, really. Simply one struggle after another.
Then September rolled around and my upside down world began to tumble.
Removed.
Silenced.
On my knees.
And, I knew then it was time to shut down the outside world.
Why?
Simply because it was the only way I could get through my son’s accident.
I will never get used to my husband having cancer. In one way or another, I am faced with multiple reminders on a daily basis. The rest of the world is not living those moments, but I live them over and over every day as they stare me in the face. No matter how much Jesus I have in my life I am human, I waver. Time and again.
Perhaps nothing can prepare me, or maybe it’s just an adaption I cannot make.
Either way, I have realized it is OK.
It is OK to not be OK. It’s OK to have a bad day, or a bad week, or even two.
It is OK. It just has to be because there’s really no choice.
I will never forget the day of my son’s accident. I will never forget how helpless I felt, how defenseless I was. I will not forget the fear, the pain, the trauma, the sleeplessness, the nightmares, or any of it.
I am so thankful the Lord looked out for him that day, and each time I replay the moments over in my head I realize how blessed we are.
God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble.”
Psalm 46:1
There are plenty of tears to be soaked up, but cherishing the silence in my life is helping me manuever my way through a difficult course. It has helped me see where I’ve been and how far I have come.
Writing helps me sort through my thoughts and digest the ones I can tolerate. Those left are simply there to remind me of work to be done, fears I am facing, and a momento of how this is part of a bigger plan.
I know there is a purpose on my path, and slowly, I am fumbling through all the pages to find the bigger picture. This blog has become part of my journey. It is mine, and there are no right or wrong answers. It is my haven, my survival tool, my place to sort it all out and find peace, encourage others, and even follow my dreams.
It is simply a part of my journey I have chosen to share.
I come here, to this place of words and quotes and thoughts, seeking what’s hidden in the quiteness. A refuge for us all to find comfort and harmony. My courage in sharing my emotions and searching for a sense of healing may seem like a vulnerability; however, make no mistake, it is in no way a search for approval.
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