The end of a very hard but good process

On Thursday I met with my counseling group for the last session. For 8 weeks we have met once a week and grieved together. It's only an 8 week program because sadly there are lots of people in the area who need the program and when you're talking about the stuff we talk about its important to keep the group small. One of my new friends from the group lost her husband on my birthday in March. We talk and text all the time now. It's nice to be able to just say, "Today was hard," and have someone get it. Not try to fix it or take my focus away from it-just be there saying, "Yeah, hard day." We are part of a group now, a club that none of us chose to join or even got a say in joining. But we are together, determined to make the life of our spouse mean more than the way they died. It quickly becomes all people associate us with and while I certainly understand how, (and even why,) that's the case it's not all that this grief is. It's messy and it's scary, yes. But its also purifying and helpful. And it's necessary.

I'm lucky that I have this outlet as part of my healing. Really, y'all have been part of this process for me, letting me tell you all about my struggle to make it through while trusting God. I told my group how healing it is to write and hear back from some of you how the Lord has walked you through grief of all forms. He gave us each other to cope in this life, to try to glorify Him as we go. Even on nights that I feel totally alone I know that I'm not. I'm a few words away from encouraging words and prayers. From the bottom of my heart, thank you.