Losing someone you love tends to magnify the best and the worst in families. I was never so proud to be a part of a family than the days before and after my dad's passing. I have never felt more sure that I was loved and a part of something very special.
Now that a little time has passed it seems our need to ease others pain can sometimes prevent the grief process from working it's way through the stages required to bring about true healing.
Our desire to protect our children can cause us to over react to the small things so that we don't have to face dealing with the big things. We try to use a band aid to stop our hearts from breaking. That only works for a little while.
Loving, grieving and healing are all a natural part of life and death. Even when they are painful, they can't be rushed...they can't be brushed under the rug...not if we are to truly be restored.
Our family is not so different from any other. We may bicker and fuss and fret amongst each other but let any outsider come against one of us and you take on the whole lot of us.
I have seen grief look different on each of us and I have learned how important it is not to lose sight of one anothers heart even for a moment.
It took me a while to realize that while it is so important to protect and nurture others, there comes a time when you have to focus inward or there is nothing left to give. I got that trait from my mom...
As selfish as it may sound, I am going to focus on nurturing my own heart for the entire month of August. In some small way, I am planning to do something just for me each day.
Why don't you try it with me? I am sure your heart could use some filling, too.