The holidays are here. And, I'm trying to get into the Christmas spirit. It feels like I'm just going through the motions. I get excited. I get ideas. Then, weariness sets in. Depression hits. I know that I'm not the first to feel this way and I won't be the last. My grief is MY grief. How can I compare it to the grief of another? I can't. I shouldn't.
I didn't intend for the blog to take this direction. Not now. That's the funny thing about life. It has an agenda of it's own. It doesn't ask me for MY opinion. It doesn't look at my hopes; my dreams. It. Just. Goes. On.
Why? Can't I just stop for a moment? Wallow in my grief? Let the tears flow without fear?
Today as I was running errands with my lovebugs, I saw a rainbow in the distance. It was vibrant. And as we drove closer to the mountains it got bigger. And then it became a double rainbow. The rainbow followed us around the valley. Everywhere I turned, there it was. It reminded me of the basis of my faith. A faith that I'd been missing. Rainbows are God's promise to us. And on a day when I needed it most, God sent a rainbow. The sunshine through the rain. And I knew that my Dad had something to do with it. Thanks, Dad! I needed that today. <3
Life goes on. And so will I.
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