"Do you still hear me? Do you see me? Do you know what's going on in my life right now? Are you proud of me?"
I've been repeating these questions in my head since last week. My brother passed away in January 2015 and this year I keep wondering what he'd think of me now..
I'm just not there yet to speak on the transition of my beloved husband Mickey. It's been two half years and it seems sooooo fresh, as if it just happened yesterday. I do enjoy you sharing, I've been so busy this month, plus avoiding saying this much. However, praying your new normal is working well for you and your precious family. Take care
A thought in form of question: Could writing for discovery be similar to journaling an experience (life) serving as a means of therapy? Somehow putting those in writing helps with processing.
Agree that knowledge of others experiencing hard, sorrow, or just brokenness in general can be a source of comfort and opportunity to comfort others.
“A strange belief that silence is an eraser that wipes away past acts of indiscretion”. But it’s not true, is it. John-your writing is such a gift. I could smell the indiscretion, feel the experience as you wrote about it. And oh, how I have claimed that “strength” until it almost broke me.
I can’t imagine how vulnerable it must feel to put yourself out there in this public way but I am so grateful you do. Blessings. And thanks be to the One who never shames us.
"Do you still hear me? Do you see me? Do you know what's going on in my life right now? Are you proud of me?"
I've been repeating these questions in my head since last week. My brother passed away in January 2015 and this year I keep wondering what he'd think of me now..
Hey John
I'm just not there yet to speak on the transition of my beloved husband Mickey. It's been two half years and it seems sooooo fresh, as if it just happened yesterday. I do enjoy you sharing, I've been so busy this month, plus avoiding saying this much. However, praying your new normal is working well for you and your precious family. Take care
A thought in form of question: Could writing for discovery be similar to journaling an experience (life) serving as a means of therapy? Somehow putting those in writing helps with processing.
Agree that knowledge of others experiencing hard, sorrow, or just brokenness in general can be a source of comfort and opportunity to comfort others.
“A strange belief that silence is an eraser that wipes away past acts of indiscretion”. But it’s not true, is it. John-your writing is such a gift. I could smell the indiscretion, feel the experience as you wrote about it. And oh, how I have claimed that “strength” until it almost broke me.
I can’t imagine how vulnerable it must feel to put yourself out there in this public way but I am so grateful you do. Blessings. And thanks be to the One who never shames us.