It is such a privilege to walk with someone and hear their story about living through the death of their precious mama.
This is a treasure.
It is an incredible gift to hear how someone is truly feeling about their life on any given day because of packed scheduled, presentations, or sleepless nights.
This is rich.
It is profound to get to know so many people negotiating grief while experiencing divorce, death, dog bites, loss of jobs, moving… The list is endless.
This grief journey is priceless.
I am blessed to be having these deep conversations on a daily basis now that I have been sitting in my own gift of grief.
Honesty, most days I still want to hide.
I am broken inside.
I am softer and more affected by life.
My heart leaks out of my eyes at unexpected moments, like today when beautiful Crystal told me she was proud of me.
I want to lie on my laundry room floor and pray and wonder and ponder and rest.
But, I know I need to walk it out.
My lying down days are gone.
I have lying down moments, like today in Superstore, which I still really enjoy. They no longer need to humble me for the whole day.
I get out and walk.
I write and play with words.
And I talk to people, lots of them because I love people.
I do this to keep working things out.
My body moves.
My relationships grow.
My minds ponders.
My gift of grief keeps unpacking itself.
Into this deep place where I am now able to have the privilege to walk with others.
In their grief.
On their own personal journey.
Walking it out.
What a blessing.
I am blessed.
I am enough.
I am enough.