As summer draws near, the aroma of roses and honeysuckle fill the still warm air. Sunshine sparkles, as thin wisps of white curl across the blue sky.
This is my first summer without my sweet husband. I miss his blue eyes, the way they would glow with excitement as he related stories from his day. I miss his wisdom, tenderness and kindness and the touch of his lips on mine.
This week has been very hard. The numbness which first shields the mind in times of emergency and extreme trauma, has worn away. Renewed grief, like an underground river, flows through each day. I know this will pass--it is the work of grief to weep and struggle on through--to stay whole, it is something I must do.
I am grateful that I am not alone when the tears come flooding into my eyes. The Good Shepherd--Him Who loves me, is here. He walks beside me, and holds me in His arms when I do not have strength to keep going.
How grateful I am for the Lord. He is indeed well-acquainted with sorrow, but He is also the author of joy--He is the one who promised, "Joy comes in the morning..." For now I am safe in the arms of Him Who loves me.
Happy Paint Party Friday, all you wonderful artists and beautiful people. May God bless you, dear ones, with His joy and peace. Have a lovely weekend and thank you for dropping by.