He Heals the Brokenhearted
"He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds." - Psalm 147:3 The calendar has been barreling towards Mother’s Day. I kept checking in with myself to see what emotions arose, but honestly felt at peace with the upcoming holiday. Then Thursday came. I had a week-long migraine and was so weepy. All of a sudden the loss of my mother felt fresh and raw. I realized I had subconsciously built a fence around the grief and loss. I would peer in at the edges, but hadn’t really allowed myself to push open the gate of my grief and really take it in. I kept reminding myself it’s almost been a year. I found myself ready to just get through all the firsts. Now I wonder what I expected to find or feel at the one year mark. There will never be a finality to my grief because love is infinite and eternal. In worship, during a contemplative exercise, I imagined a banquet with Christ, prepared just for me. The table was beautifully set, adorned with fragrant flowers - gardenias, roses ...