Deconstruction & Reconstruction
There’s been a slow deconstruction happening in my life over the last few years. My sister refers to it as a divorce, but I don’t know that I would describe it in that way.
I waited patiently for the Lord; he turned to me and heard my cry. He lifted me out of the slimy pit, out of the mud and mire; he set my feet on a rock and gave me a firm place to stand. He put a new song in my mouth. – Psalms, Chapter 40 When my husband and I envisioned this…
What I feared has come upon me; what I dreaded has happened to me. I have no peace, no quietness; I have no rest, but only turmoil. – Job, Chapter 3 Almost nine months after losing my two babies, I’m still looking for peace.
Six Months Ago
Six months ago, my life changed forever. Six months ago, the world stopped moving. Six months ago, I said goodbye. Six months ago. I wish I could turn back time. I wish I could go back. I wish I could pull you out of the depths and pull you in. I wish for many things. Six…
Holding On to Hope
Sometimes I have a hard time sleeping at night. The flashbacks – they’re intrusive. In them, I’m still pregnant and it’s always the same.