The Road We Share

My Dear Friend:

I have been overwhelmed by a gamut of feelings ever since I got news of your dear husband.  I have been struggling with words—  clever and comforting ones which I hope I can say to ease your pain.  In the end I realized it is fruitless because nothing can take it away…. for now…

I remember exactly what I was doing when I got the news.  Something so mundane and ordinary and yet it became one of those moments I cannot forget for a long time.  In some twisted ways I had felt relieved… for the poor man did not have to suffer any more.  But on the other hand I felt really sad for you and your two little boys. You  have lost someone you love dearly and now there is a big gaping hole in your lives.

As I saw his body in the casket I was thankful for the eternal rest God has given to him.  Seems like the battle was lost, but in reality he has won the War.  The one which humanity has been fighting for years, the one between Life and Death; between Hope and Despair.   He has the final victory through Him, our overcomer and conqueror, and the sweet thing is you all will be together one day. 

When I saw your little ones running around the funeral home, my heart just broke.  Their innocence have been rudely disturbed at such a tender age.  This is the time they should have fun, laughing and giggling over silly things, fighting over toys or throwing little tantrums…..just like children should….definitely not to experience death and separation.   But some how God has other plans, ones which parents never dreamed of for their precious little ones.

You had stood there, so strong and graceful in black, as you welcomed your guests.   People might think you were very strong, but that kind of strength had not been easy, it was not humanly possible, and it had to be from God.  He is the only one who can help you daily get out of bed, and put each foot forward….one at a time.

I have been thinking about you.  I guess the reason why they called us survivors, because we are the ones who are left behind to deal with life, and to put everything back to gether……

And the road ahead of you is not an easy one, it is one  filled with tears, loneliness and longing….

….you might feel lost at times, and then some times you just want to curl up in bed and cry till no more tears are left….

My dear friend, when you ever feel like you are drowning and despair descend upon you like an unwanted guest and grief roll upon you like a tidal wave…… please remember one thing :

You are not alone on this road. 

There are many of us just like you, who are travelling on the same road, though at different places….

Just stop and watch, and you will find that this road has been well traveled on, for it is covered with many sets of  foot prints….

We who share the same road have finally learned to  cast our eyes on that one particular set of foot prints ahead of us, one that is imprinted by the weight of His burden, the weight of man’s sins, sorrow and pain.  He had carried it all for us and it is comforting to know we don’t have to shoulder it all by ourselves. Most of all He had walked ahead of us and left us footprints to follow….

You are not alone, just remember that.

Cry out and you will find a helping hand….

And some where on this long and winding road you will find Him,  for He is right around the bend.   

With His Love,

Your fellow traveler.

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About mamaj

mom with two grown up girls, children pastor, avid knitter, coffee-lover, bear-collector. I love reading, hanging out with my girl friends and yes, I am owned by a golden lab, Jaden.

Posted on January 26, 2012, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. I had to fight back my tears when I read your sharing, and couldn’t do it when I saw the Winnie-the-Pooh slide. As my boys would say, it’s not fair. But we cannot see what is behind the picture so there is no way to know what is fair.

    Thanks for the reminder that I am not alone, I learn that there are young widows’ group, and was introduced to other who’ve lost their husband in recent years. It is never going to be easy for any of us, and everyone grieves so differently, but I agree with you that at the end we have to learn to cast our eyes on the one that give us the strength to continue on.

    Yes, getting up in the morning seems to be the most difficult thing for me nowadays. I do not know why and I felt I’ve lost my “sparks”. I hope as I get things more in order I’ll be back to a reasonable routine, routine not only help children I think it does to adult too.

    Take care too my dear friend.

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