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I don't know how many times I thought about writing a blog post this past winter, recording my journey through grief. We said "Good-bye" to our little granddaughter, Pearl India, before we got to say a proper "Hello."
Writing about it is like turning on a faucet. Even as I type these words tears are raining down my face.
People would ask, "How are you doing?" My replies varied. "Some days are better than others." or "Still hanging in there." Now when I say, "It's going great!" does that mean I have forgotten? Obviously not.
In the winter every afternoon I drove to the bus garage to drive bus. I stared out the window longing to see blue sky overhead. When blue sky peeked through the clouds I wept and talked to God. I remembered the verse about clouds being like dust curls at His feet. (Nahum 1:3) After all the students were safely home again I called out to God, asking Him all my questions. I still don't have any answers.
In the meantime I saw that Shari Zook had a new book being published. There was a chance to sign up and be part of a launch team and get to read her new book. Of course this involved answering questions as we went through the chapters. I was in over my head, feeling very vulnerable many times. Out of my comfort zone - definitely!
What a sweet time this turned out to be. First of all - reading a new book! Reading Shari's story, then as we worked through the book together, listening to other stories.
Shari's story is told through the lense of Motherhood. I am convinced this book is for anyone who loves a good story - well written. Trust me, it is not just for moms.
One of the things I promised to do was write a blog post to let you know about this book.
The other thing is this. I will give away one of Shari's books. Leave a comment telling me your name and favorite flower and I will put your name in the drawing.
(anyone in US and Canada)
Now through Saturday June 26, 2021
Here is the quote that caught my attention in my season of sorrow.