Dear Friends,
Did you know two grieving mamas can look very different?
Their responses to their grief may seem completely opposite at times…
A grieving mama can resemble a still, calm water---yet under the surface there are turbulences that threaten to drag her down.
A grieving mama can appear a tough as nails, yet her heart of flesh is so easily broken.
A grieving mama can appear fragile as a spider web coated in the morning due, yet her strength is many times greater.
A grieving mama longs for everything to return to normal, even more than you do--- normal would mean her baby was still by her side.
A grieving mama is changing into someone she never thought she would be--- she will never be the woman she was before her child left for heaven.
The word picture that came to my mind is that of a butterfly. She starts out a fat happy caterpillar without a care in the world, until suddenly she loses her urge to eat. She curls up and draws into herself. She puts a protective chrysalis around herself, blocking the outside world and its’ demands. This caterpillar starts to change. Not quickly, but day by day, moment by moment God is molding her into what she was meant to be. Is it a pretty sight? No, and if you break her out of her self-made prison too soon, you will destroy her. She must have time to heal. She must have rest and strength. She must have a calling from GOD that NOW it is time to show who she was meant to be.
She slowly emerges, weak, unsteady, and unsure. Her wings are wet and must be dried and tested. Each step is a process---help her at this stage and you will cripple her from ever reaching who God made her to be. Judge her for her actions and you will miss seeing the transformation that God alone can do with something so broken. Wait patiently, offering a quiet strength and compassion---you will see one of God’s greatest miracles. You will get to view a mama who wants to give up and possible die alongside her child, deciding to live again!
Some mamas do this by starting foundations in their child’s memory. Others become speakers, advocates, authors, and fundraisers. Some begin support groups reaching out to guide the hurting down that same journey. Some just choose to be who they were all along, living a simply filled with love and life…abundant LIFE.
There is life after child loss---no it will never be like it was before, but joy still comes in the mourning AND all the more so when I hear my Savior calling.
If you know a grieving mama in person, be gentle to her heart. Expect little and accept what she can give. Each moment is survival. Each day is hard. Each breath is painful. Each memory is so loved and yet it brings an ache that can not be soothed. Love her… Encourage her… and most importantly Pray for her.
~Telling Christ’s story {Because of Millie}
…….︵‿︵‿୨☆୧‿︵‿︵……. ☆｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ ｡･:*:･ﾟ★ I still believe in Millie’s Miracle ☆｡･:*:･ﾟ Hebrews 11:1 ｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ ……..︵‿︵‿୨☆୧‿︵‿︵………
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