No Words

"There are no words." If I had a dollar for every time I have heard or read this statement since Evelyn, our youngest daughter, joined God and Jesus in Heaven, I would be a very rich woman. In some ways, it is a true statement. I am thankful for the people who acknowledged this statement and said it out loud. They had no words. No one has the words to comfort a bereaved parent, except God.

The days since Evelyn has passed have been the hardest days of my 30 years on this Earth. I have had to do things, make choices, and wrestle with emotions that no 30-year-old mother wants to even contemplate. The only thing keeping me from collapsing in grief every moment of every day is God and His promises. He gives me every ounce of my strength. In Matthew 5:4, Jesus says "God blesses those who mourn, for they will be comforted." This statement is more true than the first statement of this post. He has blessed me in ways that have sent chills up my spine, in ways that I did not recognize as blessings at first, but most of all in ways that I do not want to forget.

My reasons for writing this blog are three-fold. The first I just mentioned. I never want to forget that He was here for me and blessed me during the most difficult time of my life. The second is to acknowledge and thank God for each blessing He has given me in a time where it is easy to feel the opposite of blessed. The final is to share my blessings with others. I want to share the goodness of God with whoever will listen, or read I guess in this case. I want you to feel the chills in your spine, just the way I did. I want you to recognize the blessings in your life that you might not recognize as blessings just as I did not. Most of all, I want you to feel just as blessed as I do, especially during the hard times. "Fear not, for I am with you" Isaiah 41:10.

Each week, I will write a post about a blessing from God that helped me through the grief journey. It is my hope that you can read these posts and know God's goodness.

-The Blessed Mourner