This week has been very rough. But survivable thanks to the love of friends.
I've received so much love and support over the past few weeks and it has been a blessing to continue to have friends rally around me. Last night I met two friends at Pied Cow (a very Portland-y dessert and coffeehouse). One commented how the majority of people allow others (often including themselves) one month of mourning before its time to get back on your feet. But it often takes longer than that. She then encouraged me to take my time.
The imagery she gave me was beautiful... A friend of hers had an engagement called off a few years before. At one point, she saw the friend heaped on the floor crying. Well-intentioned friends would come by, grab an arm and try to pull her back up. Walking away, another friend would come by and do the same thing.
But what none of them saw was that Jesus was on the floor with her. He was holding her, sobbing with her, stroking the hair back from her face, and drying both their tears.
Wow. I had begun to think that God was silent. But He is on the floor with me, crying with me.
As another friend commented earlier in the week, I do not just have a wound... I have a scar re-opened. Its going to take time to heal. But I am thankful for the love of friends who are giving me time (at least for now) to go through the healing process and to mourn.
