Dear Friends,
Did you know
two grieving mamas can look very different?
Their responses
to their grief may seem completely opposite at times…
A grieving
mama can resemble a still, calm water---yet under the surface the turbulence
that threaten to drag her down.
A grieving
mama can appear a tough as nails, yet her heart of flesh is so easily broken.
A grieving
mama can appear fragile as a spider web coated in the morning due, yet her strength
is many times greater.
A grieving
mama longs for everything to return to normal, even more than you do--- normal would
mean her baby was still by her side.
A grieving
mama is changing into someone she never thought she would be--- she will never
be the woman she was before her child left for heaven.
The word picture
that came to my mind is that of a butterfly.
She starts out a fat happy caterpillar without a care in the world, until
suddenly she loses her urge to eat. She curls
up and draws into herself. She puts a
protective chrysalis around it, blocking the outside world and its’ demands. This caterpillar starts to change. Not quickly, but day by day, moment by moment
God is molding her into what she was meant to be. Is it
a pretty sight? No, and if you break her
out of her self-made prison too soon, you will destroy her. She must have time to heal. She must have rest and strength. She must have a calling from GOD that NOW it
is time to show who she was meant to be.
She slowly
emerges, weak, unsteady, and unsure. Her
wings are wet and must be dried and tested.
Each step is a process---help her at this stage and you will cripple her
from ever reaching who God made her to be.
Judge her for her actions and you will miss seeing the transformation
that God alone can do with something so broken.
Wait patiently, offering a quiet strength and compassion---you will see
one of God’s greatest miracles. You will
get to view a mama who wants to give up and possible die alongside her child,
deciding to live again!
Some mamas do
this by starting foundations in their child’s memory. Others become speakers, advocates, authors,
and fundraisers. Some begin support
groups reaching out to guide the hurting down that same journey. Some just choose to be who they were all
along, living a simply filled with love and life…abundant LIFE. There is life after child loss---no it will never
be like it was before, but joy still comes in the morning AND all the more so
when I hear my Savior calling.
If you know a
grieving mama in person, be gentle to her heart. Expect little and accept what
she can give. Each moment is
survival. Each day is hard. Each breath is
painful. Each memory is so loved and yet it brings an ache that can not be soothed. Love her… Encourage her… and most importantly
Pray for her.
Blessings
sweet friends…
。・:*:・゚★,。・:*:・゚☆ 。・:*:・゚★。・:*:・゚☆
I still
believe in Millie’s Miracle
。・:*:・゚☆ Hebrews 11:1 。・:*:・゚☆
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