New Beginnings

Hello again,
This post is way overdue...I apologize.  My life over the last month has been challenging to say the least.  It never ceases to amaze and humble me to realize that just when I think I am ready, willing and able to do whatever it takes to make a dream of mine manifest, life shows up.
The challenges that reared their sacred head again were grief, intense sadness, and fear.  Grief...okay!  One more time I face you, one more time I surrender to the pain of not having my son near enough to call.  I have to go through this one more time?  God says, "yes"!  Clean out your closet one more time.  Let go and take His hand one more time.
What does it really mean to hold the hand of the Father?  It means to accept and trust that He knows how to walk with me through this journey of grief and loss and the ultimate triumph over death.  To that I say, "But God..."  
This Memorial Day I spent the morning at the Black Hills National Cemetery surrounded by 17,000 grave stones of veterans and their family member.  These soldiers fought for our freedoms and their love of country and of our God. Grief and loss enveloped me this weekend as I watched portrayals of family members whose loved ones died at the hand of our enemies. My tears of grief were once again caught in the tear jar and held sacred in that holy place near the heart of the Father.

I resisted the feelings of grief again.  I didn't want to go to that level of pain "one more time".  Yet, it was in the not resisting that I found peace after I left the cemetery.  I knew that once again I had released a little bit of the pain, the grief, the loss.

I want to leave you with the thought today that in a strange way, there is a "language to letting go".  Relax, breath deeply, and trust.  Trust that it will get easier next time...perhaps it won't last as long.  Remember, while I have breath, I hope! You are never truly alone...

Surrounding you all with love,

Delain