I came across these lines in one of my older journals.
“Well, we’ve survived this long.” I said to my son. He corrected me. “No, Mom, we’ve thrived.”
Those words were shared four years after my husband passed. Now it is eight years and they still hold true.
Some days were excruciating; others barely tolerated; still others held joy. We’ve moved forward anyway we could, always first seeking God and his kingdom.
Is it easier or is the scab thicker? I don’t know, but I know that this much is true. You can’t keep picking at the scab. You have to move on into the future.
If you are suffering some pain or loss, everyday gets a little bit brighter, a bit easier to cope, and time to look forward into your own future
I will soon die, as everyone must. But deep in your hearts you know that the Lord has kept every promise he ever made to you. Not one of them has been broken. Yes, when the Lord makes a promise, he does what he has promised. (Joshua 23: 14-16a, CEV),
Prayer- Lord when our days still seem dark, even years later, we appreciate your reminder of your truth. Amen.