The Creator:
Being grateful. I think about it a lot lately. I’m also jotting down in my journal every night before I go to bed the things I’m grateful for from the day. Little things like my cat purring at my feet or the apple I’m munching down on. And the bigger things like the sun shinning all day, my health, my grandchildren, and my girls.
I count my blessings often for the wonderful daughters that I have. It’s not to say that my kids don’t have issues or problems they struggle with. I’m sure they do and sometimes I hear about them and sometimes I don’t. But they are not major or life threatening issues that throws their lives and the lives of those around them in total chaos.
I’m very fortunate that way but I also know of parents who are not so fortunate. I know the pain of losing a child through death and it’s horrendous, but to stand by and watch your child get further and further away from you and to watch them struggle with major issues and sometimes grapple with life itself and be unable to reach them, has got to be very painful too.
It makes me shiver and bleed inside. I want to throw a life jacket out to keep them from sinking further into the hurt. I want to wrap my arms around them and fill them with a warmth that will allow them to reach down and touch the love buried somewhere deep inside their soul.
Why is it so difficult to touch that place inside all of us where love and light resides? Is it because it gets buried in the pain and it hides behind a wall of fear?
Writefully Yours
Annette
Being grateful. I think about it a lot lately. I’m also jotting down in my journal every night before I go to bed the things I’m grateful for from the day. Little things like my cat purring at my feet or the apple I’m munching down on. And the bigger things like the sun shinning all day, my health, my grandchildren, and my girls.
I count my blessings often for the wonderful daughters that I have. It’s not to say that my kids don’t have issues or problems they struggle with. I’m sure they do and sometimes I hear about them and sometimes I don’t. But they are not major or life threatening issues that throws their lives and the lives of those around them in total chaos.
I’m very fortunate that way but I also know of parents who are not so fortunate. I know the pain of losing a child through death and it’s horrendous, but to stand by and watch your child get further and further away from you and to watch them struggle with major issues and sometimes grapple with life itself and be unable to reach them, has got to be very painful too.
It makes me shiver and bleed inside. I want to throw a life jacket out to keep them from sinking further into the hurt. I want to wrap my arms around them and fill them with a warmth that will allow them to reach down and touch the love buried somewhere deep inside their soul.
Why is it so difficult to touch that place inside all of us where love and light resides? Is it because it gets buried in the pain and it hides behind a wall of fear?
Writefully Yours
Annette
1 comment:
It is frightening to listen to the feelings these words make me feel but I am sure it is even more frightening to watch. I like this line you wrote Annette.
"It makes me shiver and bleed inside. I want to throw a life jacket out to keep them from sinking further into the hurt. "
I wish this too and am greatful that people like you exist. Thank you for being you Annette.
Love always,
Phillis
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