Breathe In, Breathe Out

Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out. I just need to breathe. Today everything made me cry. A mom was bringing cupcakes to school when I was doing crosswalk duty. Breathe in, breathe out. No more cupcakes for Scooter, and he won't ever be there to take them to school for Lis. I can't breathe with the weight of this pain.

I pray we can get through the next day without our son. Tonight Natalie just sat on my lap, wrapped in my arms sobbing from the loss of her brother. How do we breathe our way through this? This is definitely what being overwhelmed with grief feels like.

God, just walk beside us, hold us close as we seek to maneuver through Ry's birthday. How can it be this hard? It is harder than I expected, and the day isn't even here yet. Thank you, Lord, that my kids are all going to be together tomorrow. Everyone except Ry, who should be the birthday boy. Please bring us peace and acceptance of this unchangeable truth that we must live with.  Amen

In Him,
Joyful
3-1-2011

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