Coming Home & Carried
Coming Home & Carried It has been three and a half months since losing our sweet little girl, Naomi. I have been wanting to sit down and write down this post for some time and just haven’t found the energy or words. In some ways, I think I have been waiting until I get to the point in my grief where I have a few profound, summed up points or things to share about what I have learned in the light of her life and death. Yet, I’ve realized that grief doesn’t work like that nor do I think the Lord intends that. There is never going to be a point where I have processed it all completely or put away my grief into some imaginary box. I am learning what grief really is -- grief is a lifelong journey and it is not linear. When people ask me how I am doing right now, I usually tell them that it just hurts. So badly. Still. My heart has been broken and a broken heart will hurt for some time. Do I feel confident that layers of healing will happen? Absolutely. And yet, I am realistic that on t