dichotomy
I can hear them from where I sit.
Downstairs. On my bed. I’m typing and tears are in my eyes.
Carrying the heavy in my heart and across my wrinkled forehead and all alone in this bedroom made for two but only hosting one.
Their laughter is sweet. Their game play is kind and momentarily all completely happy and universally enjoyable by all five of them.
My heart aches from the sounds – the happy upstairs, the hurt downstairs.
For all the goo and the gunk and the ugly and the dark, I think my kids are finding happy in this day.
I couldn’t be more grateful.
And I couldn’t be more broken.
How on earth can this all be true?
7 Comments
Sandy Scaringi
I, like everyone else reading this, wish I could do something to make things right. I am crying … I hurt for you … I have learned so much from you … and I will keep on praying for all of you everyday!
laceykeigley
Thank you for those continued kind prayers.
Sara
The “weeping with those who weep” that I read here is of God, I believe.
Lacey,
Your friends, your fellow believers feel deeply this Hurt. Our hearts long to bear this for you, to share with you in your sorrow.
“My eyes fail because of tears,
My spirit is greatly troubled;
My heart is poured out on the earth
Because of the destruction of the daughter of my people.”
– Lamentations 2:11
You are “our people.” We are yours. Jesus makes it so.
No words have the power to help. We have nothing to offer.
Except this
By the power of the Holy Spirit
In the Name of our Lord Jesus,
Son of the Most High God,
We
Are
With you
In this.
Much love
Hilary
This makes my soul hurt.
Remember your gentle shepherd. He will never leave you or forsake you.
How I wish…many things. One of them being, I wish I were there.
Nikkie
I’m with you, Lacey.
I am so sorry. For them. For us. I’m sorry.
Dawn Hicks
I can’t imagine the heartache. Please know that we pray for you daily!
Lynn Adams
I am hugging you in my heart…. I ache with you….