There are so many things to write about. Personal experience provides myriad opportunities and it is diffucult to know where to start: i.e.; murder of loved ones, a bus crash that destroyed so many lives, a soon-to-be ex-husband, teenage boys, the brokeness of dreams, the loss of our historical family home. Yes, I would say there is much to discuss and work through.
Still, I am a dreamer. I dream of white picket fences and Sunday dinners after Church. I dream of smores in the fireplace on cold winter nights and friends over for dinner sharing the most expensive bottle of tequila. I find myself drifting into a world where children play and voices fill the house. It doesn't even matter if they are arueing, they are just here and my life is full.
I hope for days when the pain is too far behind me to be relevant anymore and the joy comes in the morning - just as Jesus promised. There is a light at the end of every tunnel, but that search - that painful 'one step after another' process - is where I live for now.
I know I was created to help others with their greif. Maybe, by living mine out and knowing that there truly is a light, even when I can not see it, someone along the way will profit even a little. May your days be pain-free and may you all find peaceful rest at night.