So Sleepy
It has been a tough day.
Those days just hit me out of the blue now. I feel like a shadow of the person I want to be. There seems to be an invisible super glue holding me in place — like those dreams you have when you can’t run away from the monster. It is just part of grief. My heart is trying to tell me to pay attention and be kind to myself.
So I go to the puppy pile.
It’s hard to be sad in a puppy pile. I remember my mom telling me she used to curl up in the barn with my great grandfather’s hunting dogs. She loved the puppies. Their soft grunts and stretches are so sweet. They are happy as long as they are touching.
I honestly do not know if I will continue with this project. I am very weary and I feel like I have bitten off more than I can chew.
We will see. One day at a time.
Again- off to bed.
Matthew 11:28~”“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.”
Sister Snuggles
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7 Comments
I read every one and love them all. But you do what you must. You’ve done incredibly well. Thank you!
Diana
That means the world to me. Thank you so much. ❤️
Life is hard. Grief is more than we can handle in our own strength.
I wrote this last night when I couldn’t sleep….please share with others it might encourage.
Look into the eyes of those around you and really see…
tears before they well up… and be there to catch floods of tears, falling as someone’s world is violently crashing against the rocks…
Look into the heart of those around you and feel
longings, yearnings, fingers grasping for a rope, for hope to hang on to
on the cliffs of life.
Listen to hearts thumping hard with fears
of this world’s breaking wide open, of sudden loss,
of shattered dreams, of suffering beyond what we can imagine.
Listen beneath the skin of words spoken and feel the deep wounds that need your warm, healing touch…to be Jesus with skin on…
Feel the desperation and depression of stressed out souls who quietly live beside you, drive crazily by you, who need to slow, to breathe, to know their Creator.
To know He is near. Listening and loving.
© 2016 Rennie Marie Nease
Hugs for you and grace.
Hi! From across the world in Sweden, i am reading your posts every morning after my time with God. Going through hard times myself- your posts bring so much hope. I do not feel so alone and i am reminded also to seek God’s gifts daily. You are wonderful, sister in Jesus. He is there. Right next to you. He is not in a hurry.
I’m seconding Diana’s comment. 😉
After my Bible reading every morning I come here for a smile. And sometimes I come as my heart is also heavy and I’m wondering how you are. I pray for you nonetheless.
L.I.F.E. is so hard. Do whatever YOU need. We will still be praying for you. (And if the only time we meet is in Heaven with our Father, the lady running at you with red hair and a huge smile for a hug is ME)! :0
-Carol
Well I am also echoing the words of others. Thank you, thank you for the posts. They are something I so look forward to everyday. But you must do what is best for you. Don’t put a yoke around your neck. Rest in His love and write to an audience of One, even if keys are never hit and written words never appear. Know those who love you from afar are praying for you in this season and remember we will have all of eternity to catch up.
Selah,
Beverly
I, too, look forward to your post each day. I lost my mom two years ago and come here to find you articulating things I’ve felt but couldn’t express so well. Your photographs do what words cannot, and they remind me of how the Holy Spirit intercedes for us with groanings too deep for words. Give yourself grace to rest when you are weary and remember you can always pick up where you left off later. xoxo