But God knew. He knew Stephen would call. He knew I’d screen the call. He knew that in just a few days my world would be rocked. And God stayed the same through it all. The same God I was singing praise to July 25, 2013 at 7:20pm was the same God who met me in the shock I felt on July 29, 2013 at 7am and the same God who carries me through my grief even still.
The feeling of accomplishment as those stickers filled in the spaces, whether it be for attendance, memorization, or something else, made me feel so accomplished. Give me all of those gold stars!!!! That shiny gold star was the goal for so many of us during the elementary years. As an adult I got a gold star I didn’t want. I didn’t know there was a gold star that wasn’t shiny & positive. I didn’t know that a gold star could carry the weight of grief instead of accomplishment.
For many, Memorial Day is a weekend for boating, burgers, and enjoying the start of summer with only passing acknowledgement of the sacrifice of so many military men and women. For many, Mother’s Day is a time to celebrate their awesome mommas or get adorable handprint crafts from their little ones. These responses aren’t wrong! However, we must remember that not everyone can approach these days with the same sense of celebration. How do we support and encourage those grieving during the month of May?
Crying on cue…can you do it? I can’t. I’m not prone to be outwardly emotional although that doesn’t mean I’m devoid of feelings. I just rarely cry in public. In fact, it took my husband a while to learn that if I did cry on his shoulder, the tears would dry up as soon as he said something. Something about someone speaking to me while I’m sobbing doesn’t mesh well for my brain and instantly the tears dry up. All this, combined with the fact that I’m a terrible seamstress, means that I wouldn’t have been able to have much of a career in biblical times. Let me explain…