O Holy One,
I did not expect this mixed bag of feelings in my grief: joy, peace, bitterness, denial, hope, sadness, anger and dark humor swirl around me. Like a bunch of wildflowers, they each have a place in my understanding and coping. I hop between them like a bumblebee, afraid that, in my feelings, I am showing a lack of faith.
But then… your Spirit says, “I am that bumblebee: touching, caressing, tasting, feeling, visiting and honoring each blossom, each Reason for being. I know where those flowers were grown. I know each joy and each tear. I hear you. I celebrate your wild creativity. I cherish your feelings. I hold them all in my Hands.”
Thank you for holding me, loving me, gathering me…
Blessed be. Amen.
Rev. Deborah Vaughn is a hospice chaplain endorsed by the Alliance of Baptists, and in her last week as Assistant Minister at Twinbrook Baptist Church in Rockville, MD. She blogs at An Unfinished Symphony and was a contributor to There’s a Woman in the Pulpit. She is an avid Buckeye fan down to her scarlet-painted toes!
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Having sudden lost my husband last week, this is so true. I’ll say this again and again. Thanks for sharing.
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I am so sorry to hear this. God’s Peace. 💔
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