My first season of loss (1960s) was shared by our nation and our world. The world cringed and mourned as we lost great leaders, dedicated peacemakers, and people who continue to inspire us today.
During a much later season of loss, a coworker told Tom and I that we go through periods when frequent, multiple deaths seem to leave us bruised and broken. Great, just what we wanted to hear. But then she quickly followed up by saying it's only a season, a season that will pass.
Glancing at a calendar on July 26, I realized the anniversary of Mama's death, July 24, had tiptoed by without me noticing. I stopped, soaked up the moment, and let peace fill in the gaps in my heart. Then I smiled when I thought about our lives in the fifteen years since Mama passed away.
Wow, what a downer this post is! Truly, Dear Readers, it isn't meant to be. Like many of you, we've gone through plenty of sorrows. There have been several times I thought I could never hope or be happy again. WRONG!
We're still here, still standing, and still hoping for the next big adventure. While it's true that some losses have left tender scars, we have learned that life goes on. The sooner we learned that, the sooner we embarked on the next adventure.
Are you now, or have you recently gone through a season of loss? How are you doing? Do you still need to be propped up, or are you starting to appreciate that you're still standing? Be of good cheer! This season will pass!
If you've passed through a season of loss, who/what helped you come safely through to the other side? Does that now painful time of the past empower you to help others on their journey?