This week marks the 6 month anniversary of Roosevelt's home going. It has been difficult to say the least. Grief can often sneak up on you and take you by surprise. While sitting in my husband's old study, I found myself gazing at his picture as tears forced their way through my frozen stare. My daughter entered the room and caught my puddle of tears. " I really miss Daddy!", I whispered. Her beautiful chocolate brown eyes locked into mine as she brought comfort to my heart. "Just Cry Mommy! I always feel happy after I've had a good cry!" My little girl thought I should have some alone time, so there I was looking back thinking about how good life was when I had my Roosevelt. God has given me grace though
the grief. It is the pain that I must continue to push pass and press through. Pain and suffering can paralyze you if you let it. I remembered a dream I had of Roosevelt. It was a sunny afternoon and I was on a busy street full of people going places. As far as I could see there were people walking ahead of me and beside me. I looked back and there was Roosevelt along with many others! He was 10 feet behind me. We did not run to each other but I could see there was a reassuring smile on his face letting me know he was right there. Before I woke up, I found myself looking forward and moving forward.
You may be facing something this month that wants to paralyze you. We are running a marathon and not a sprint. Remember where you are right now, is not the finish line; God has so much more for us.
Are you tired? Are you out of shape? Are you out of breath? Are you ready to run? I have my sneakers on too!
Let's go! I'm still running the race, R-U-N?
Hebrews 12:1-2
Therefore we also, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which so easily ensnares us, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us, looking unto Jesus, the author and finisher of our faith
(NKJV)
