Another match

Since Shrove Tuesday, the days pass punctuated by desperate yearnings to see by dad again. I realized that he tried to prepare me for this period of my life and the thought of his care and foreknowledge of how I'd feel or be just emphasized the enormity of my loss..the father who mothered me, the best friend who supported me and the father who made my world safe. As I said before:"He's at peace while I'm in pieces". One should not cry when someone is in the presence of Jesus. I know full well the tears are for myself. God promised to make my bed and I trust in his unfailing love. He also promised to care for the fatherless and so I know He has another reason to care for me..

Even as a grief counsellor, well acquainted with grief, I did not expect this engulfing darkness. Yet beauty is dependent on what is reflccted by light . Therefore, I pray that in my darkness, beautiful pictures would be painted by God.