Day 7 - The why behind these posts

Here’s a brief list of why I wanted to share more of our story through these posts:

- When we tell our stories, the little details and the big details, it reminds us how significant that story is. Someone else hears it with new ears and helps you realize your story holds weight, deserves a spot in space & time, it is powerful and should be told.

- It also shows the listener more of God’s glory and beauty and sovereignty. Our story in many ways is not written by us. It feels even more magnified as we had very little control over all the events that took place during Jack’s 35 days here on Earth. In some ways that is frustrating - in other ways it gives light to the story He wrote - not the story I had planned.

- it’s cathartic for me. Sometimes keeping a story in my head makes me distracted - I spend mental energy on trying to remember every detail and it would just be easier to get it all out on paper and then breathe. It’s like it’s busting at the seams in my brain and wants to get out.

- it’s a way of remembering. Reliving feelings and thoughts and sitting in them a little longer. Rewriting the narrative - in a season of grief, I often need that. I need to sit and digest in the remembering and remind myself of the truth.

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Day 32 - How grief changed me

I obviously missed quite a few days - I took about 2 weeks off - turns out blogging about heavy stuff is draining and I probably bit off more than I could chew by aiming to do 35 posts. I have been reflecting on how grief has changed me over the last two years. In many ways, I am not the same person I was when 2021 began. Grief has changed my thought life, my friendships, my work. First - My world got tiny. I often felt myself looking inward (at my usually crappy situation) and feeling a lot of pity, sadness, anger and occasional shame. In those seasons, it’s so hard for me to be an engaged friend. Essentially grief has made me selfish. When you are going through so much stuff, you don’t have capacity to extend yourself to be there for your people. There’s nothing wrong with that - that’s the reality of grief: other people are checking on you for a long time - for good reason. But that’s hard for me- I wasn’t built to be needy, to mope or even be able to answer “...

Books for the Grieving

We received books on grief from lots of different people who have walked through different types of grief, loss, or suffering. I wanted to share the ones I have read (some I finished, some I did not) and which I love. And hopefully in sharing these, if you are grieving the loss of a child or know someone who is, here is a resource for you. A Grief Observed by CS Lewis - a book for all seasons of grief, a book that I will probably return to again and again. Holding onto Hope by Nancy Guthrie - this book spoke directly to my heart because it’s about child loss. And it walks through the story of Job. I could probably read this every 6 months and it would speak to my heart in a new way each time. Lament for a Son by Nicholas Wolterstorff - its short and concise, a love letter in some moments and a stream of thoughts on death and grief after the author's adult son dies hiking/climbing. We actually read this in Uganda for an Apprenticeship assignment and I rer...

Day 19 - Joy in the In Between

That phrase makes me roll my eyes sometimes. Joy in the in between. It feels like a quick way to brush off the troubles you are living amidst and force yourself to just "be happy" instead. But, I think I am missing some of the sentiment of the phrase when I let my jaded heart get in the way. When I look back at pictures from the days between Jack's second surgery and when his soul left this earth, I do see joy. I see the faces of my family members who came to see him for the first time. Like my grandparents meeting their first great grandchild. My friends coming to swoon over him even with all of his tubes and unable to hold him. I see photos of us with Jack, holding his hand, enjoying every moment we had with him knowing it was a gift, a miracle. There was pain and sorrow during those days, of course. But essentially joy in the in between is life. We are living right now in the "not yet." We live among pain and sorrow daily (often not as grave in severity...

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