They serve many purposes. They take us on adventures. They teach us. They make us laugh and cry and think and dream…
In April of 2015 after Justin’s accident, friends sent me what you are seeing above and what has come to be known as “The Grief Shelf.” Books were sent to me in the mail, and handed to me in person. Each book came with a story of its own…. it may have helped the giver personally when they were going through something.. .as I look at each book even today I can recall the wonderful message that came with it, or the person who sat by me in those early hard days and shared their own story as they handed it to me…
And while each book I know came from the heart….
honestly to this day I have not read any of them.
And here is why….
One set of books is a series of the stages of grief and what a person will go through… and what is to be expected, and what the next stage is…..
To this day I have not opened these books. For me… someone who has lived out large GRIEF moments throughout many stages of my life – I did not want books to tell me how I should be feeling or what was the next step to that feeling…
I opened the others… I could not do it… I did not want to read someones take on grief…. I had my own… I didn’t want to read how to get from A to B to C…. because my journey was my own… and I knew I could not do it on anyone’s time line…
I still can’t
I know everyone who sent a book meant well and I love each one of these people for that. Maybe I will never be able to open some of these books… but I know the thought and love that was behind each one – and that in itself is enough to make my once again be so thankful for the amazing people in my life. I can not even put into words what you love has meant to me and led me to where I am today.
A couple of days ago I was drawn back to the shelf where a particular book had caught my interest and I had read a little… but now.. NOW I feel like maybe I could read more.
Her parents called her Lenya Lion because of her ferocious personality and hair that had been wild and mane-like since birth. But they never expected that, five days before Christmas, their five-year-old daughter would suddenly go to heaven after an asthma attack. How do you walk out of an emergency room without your daughter?
In Through the Eyes of a Lion, Pastor Levi Lusko shares the eye-opening truth of the power of hope in a world that is often filled with pain, suffering, and loss. He says, “This book isn’t a manual for grieving, but a manifesto for high-octane living, and through it I want you to see that God made you for a purpose. There is a wild and wonderful calling on your life, a microphone in your hands. Jesus wants you to look at the adventure of your life through His eyes, the eyes of a Lion.”
Now, almost two years later (I can not believe it has been almost two years….) I pick up this book… off the Grief Shelf….
I am completely different… I see things so differently now and I can believe I have done this for almost 2 years. I laugh…a real laugh….when I thought I never would again…. I do and go and be… when I thought for sure I would not.
Doing, going, being, laughing does not come free. Each step I take is strategic and meaningful and I do it with him in mind. I look at the pictures of me laughing and being with friends and I know that unless you are close to me – you do not see what everything I do and write costs me…. I am still torn and destroyed… I still cry daily and hurt even when I am throwing myself into the next big thing. However there is a seed of hope within me… I hope my actions through this crazy newness help others to see you can manage to go on. It is not easy – I admire anyone who can get up and do it as I know for myself more often than not each step of the way still brings with it tears and pain and whispers…
“Lets do this kid.. this one is for you….”
I am still here. I don’t plan on going anywhere and I hope you do not either. I am reading… I need to get writing. SO much to share….