Surviving Grief

After several years there are days I wake up and realize I’m still surviving grief. And that’s OK. I’m grateful that it’s different today than it used to be.

When I was told that my daughter died, it took my heart a moment to catch up with the words my ears heard. The first thing I felt was shock, followed by numbness. I’m convinced this is the body’s way of protecting itself. Looking back on those early hours, I’m in awe that I could function, let alone drive and get on a plane within an hour of receiving the news. 

How does the body even manage when the worst thing that could happen to you does? As the hours passed and I began to absorb the enormity of the situation, I was sure my heart wouldn’t survive. But I discovered that God walks alongside us as we are surviving grief. Although I wrote this a few years ago, the words and feelings are still true today. Continue reading here: A Broken Heart Still Beats.