It’s that time of the week again! Five Minute Friday, when we join up with Lisa-Jo Baker and the fab #FMFParty girls for a little Twitter party and writing love. Feel free to jump on in and join the love!
I wasn’t going to write this week. The prompt makes me feel just a bit too vulnerable, for so many reasons. A friend of mine wrote about not having it all together in motherhood, and I know that that fits my life (do any of us really have this parenting thing nailed down? I thought not). And while that certainly does fit me, it’s not what I first think of when I see or hear the word “together”. Because in all reality, together makes me feel lonely.
But then I saw this, and while my loneliness doesn’t have to do with finding a man (I’ve got mine, and I love him) I thought this picture was beautiful. And I love what it says. And I think it’s brave.
My mind this week has been on grieving. I’ve seen so much loss, and felt so much loss that it keeps coming back to me. It seems like this week I’ve had to explain the true impact of infertility, and the brokenness that goes with it. I see grieving like a shadow in the mirror everywhere I turn, from Facebook to Twitter to my bathroom mirror. Because the thing with grieving is that you just never know when it’s going to hit you. One day your fine, going about your business and then suddenly it jumps out of nowhere and you’re not fine any more. You’re broken. Again. And you wonder when you’ll be glued back together again.
But then I realized that the glue is ready whenever I am. That when I’m grieving, God is grieving too. He’s anxiously awaiting me to call on him for comfort. He is anticipating my need, and hoping that I’ll let him in enough to do just that: hug me so tight that my broken pieces all stick back together again.
I would love to give this photo credit, but I don’t know where it originated from. I found it on Facebook.