Penned Musing: A Grace Filled Grief
A gift no one deserves and yet we are all worthy of.
Worthy through, in and because of Him.
Grief threatens to devour me.
Some days it ebbs not much unlike the slightest tide pulling me down with a quiet tug.
It can always completely devour me.
Devour in stealing my light, snuffing out joy and settling into my soul as a dark dementor.
My tiniest sparks are always there, within myself and within this world.
The spark of my children.
My children only to be held in my heart and never my arms.
Gifted to me through grace.
A grace filled grief.
If only I receive.
Grace to find my place as a mother in this world.
Grace to find my place in His story.