Life is short ~ that's not a hard one I know... but that is how I found myself at Mitch's graveside on my knees for the first time with such shame - I had been planning for months to go with Mom on a woman's retreat that was going to be held close to our house in Loudon. Very excited the weekend had arrived, I headed out feeling ill, very congested, fever, aching and just wanted to stay in my bed!! I could also say I just had a heavy heart and was simply missing Mitch. I read somewhere or someone told me that if your heart hurts with love... it just means you’re giving it the right way. My prayers... I never ask to take that love pain away, I just ask for strength to make it through the day. There are some days; I will tell you while I am confessing my shame- that I give God a run for his day..... I am SO thankful for our heavenly father who loves me no matter what and continues to LOVE in ways that I can understand. Arriving at the retreat I see Susan (our teacher for this weekend), I hear others discussing that her mood was off a bit. I got a chance to speak with Susan and thank her for having me; she did seem a bit taken back..... She then explained, "all the months of planning and the Lord is wanting me to change what I had planned and worked on". Our conversation went on the path of my last blog "the wood pile" I did explain to her I get in trouble sometimes when I want to do things MY way (not that -that was what she was doing) I was explaining "my lesson of change in my plans". Susan smiled and went straight into Gods desires of the plan/lesson. The night was packed with interactivities, stories, songs and blessing with all taking place- what a wonderful group of women. Friday night was a tough trying to sleep or even rest, still sick and heart heavy. Saturday morning I returned for the devotion knowing I was not going to make it through the day. As I sat in my chair praying for the strength physically and mentally to be able to get up and get in my car to go home.... I could not get to a place of peace. MY HEART WAS BREAKING and I felt like the breath was knocked out of me. I managed to tell everyone goodbye and get in my car and start the drive home……. That’s when it hit me I was driving straight to the graveside (I have never been there by myself) not sure why, just never happened that way… but I was headed wide open as if I was running into his hug!! As my knees hit the ground and sobbing with a hundred things running through my mind, I just kept thinking…. I’m so sorry, Lord I’m so sorry!!! Sorry… because for a split second I questioned – DO YOU KNOW HOW IT HURTS TO BE HERE WITHOUT HIM??? and in the same breath I was so hurt an ashamed with the question he placed in my heart…..
Have you EVER cried for “my SON, melissa” the way you have cried for yours?
Shamefully, my answer was NO – I assure you every tear that fell from my face that day was for his SON – a new level of God’s love for dummies ….. I told you I give him a run for his day and HE continues to LOVE me in ways I can understand! I am thankful for his GRACE ~
Loving you today, until tomorrow
m