Sorrow is a heavy burden, one which is quite often carried alone. Even in the midst of family and friends, one person's grief is so individual--so unique to that person--that it can't be shared with someone else in its entirety. When our hearts are breaking, and no one understands, it is easy to feel completely alone. Abandoned. Like the psalmist, we say, "For my days come and go, vanishing like smoke, and my bones are charred like bricks of a hearth. My heart is beaten down like grass withered and scorched in the summer heat; I can't even remember to eat. My body is shaken by my groans; my bones cling to my skin, holding on for dear life. I am like a solitary owl in the wilderness; I am a lost and lonely screech owl at home in the rubble. I stare at the ceiling, awake in my bed; I am alone, a defenseless sparrow perched on a roof." ~Psalm 102:4-7 Grief is a terrible burden to bear. It can bring us to our knees, break our hearts, and crush...
just me, stepping out of the boat in faith, trying not to focus on the waves around me