Just In Time To Choose - Part Two

Otherwise entitled: Choosing Not

Yesterday's post was a bit tough, no? A bit, rough around the edges? My apologies....the enemy had me in my fighting stance and it came out through my fingertips.

Today's post is for those of us in mourning, just trying to get through this day meant to celebrate moms:

I think of my sweet friend, whose mom went to be with the Lord not two months ago....
I think of the college-brothers who thought they had their mom back, only to learn that the disease of alcoholism won this last round....
I think of the new mom, who just gave birth to her still-born baby girl.....

Sometimes it's not an issue of pride that prevents us from celebrating...sometimes, we just have nothing left to celebrate. Not this year...not this time...not so soon...

And to us who mourn so deep we can't fake it....

Feel free to choose not to:
Not fake it
Not celebrate
Maybe not get out of bed today
Not deny the need for healing that marks a gaping wound of loss....

You don't have to be strong today....Just rest.

Your heavenly Father loves you, saves your every tear, and hurts with your pain.... Do you remember in the Chronicles of Narnia book, The Magician's Nephew? The little boy's mother was sick and he had a chance to heal her, but by means that Aslan had not approved. The boy gave up his chance and trusted Aslan instead...this is what it says:


"Up until then he (the nephew) had been looking at the Lion's great feet and the huge claws on them; now in his despair, he looked up at its face. What he saw surprised him as much as anything in his whole life. For the tawny face was bent down near his own and (wonder of wonders) great shining tears stood in the Lion's eyes. They were such big, bright tears compared with Digory's own that for a moment he felt as if the Lion must really be sorrier about his mother than he was himself. "My son, my son," said Aslan. "I know. Grief is great. Only you and I in this land know that yet. Let us be good to one another." " The Magician's Nephew (p.83), C.S. Lewis

Sweet friends, your pain is great for our heavenly Father...He knows grief...He knows....Let Him be good to you in this hard time...rest in His love, especially in that raw place of reality where celebrating is not part of the equation today...it's okay....He knows...

Give yourself permission to not, so that someday you can with joy....