Hope for My Weary Soul

I wrote this during the first year of my grief journey when each day was a rollercoaster of emotions. My thoughts were often jumbled, and many times I didn’t recognize the person in the mirror. Would it be the rational, calm, and understanding Pat looking back at me? Or, would it be the grieving mother, struggling to accept the sudden darkness that had enveloped my life? The loss of a child was a pain I couldn’t fully comprehend. I often wondered if there was any hope left for my weary soul.

When I felt like I couldn’t go on, I turned to the one I knew could carry me through – Jesus. My faith in God was the anchor that gave me the strength to keep moving forward. Grief wears many faces, and the journey is undeniably difficult. But I urge you to hold on – God’s grace will lift your weary head and breathe new life into your spirit. Continue reading here:  The Many Faces of Grief.