What the month of November means to me?
As I laid in the bed Saturday morning, thoughts of life in the month of November began to filter through my mind. What does this month represent or mean to me? November for me has many family celebrations. We have two grandsons that happen to be brothers and a granddaughter with birthdays in November. Not to mention, my two nephews, our daughter-in-love and a cousin who is one of "my favorite 5" with birthdays in November. And finally, my son Tyreis, who we once celebrated his birthday during this month.
The issue with Ty as I called him, he went home to be with the Lord on July 12, 2018. Which happens to be my mother’s birthday. He thought he was her favorite anyway so what better day for him. And then we have my sister’s wedding anniversary. His death has changed so many things in our lives. We always celebrated Christmas at our home with our children and grandchildren on Christmas eve. Last year God blessed me with sending my daughter-in-love and grandson went away for Christmas. I thank God for much needed time apart and for not allowing my heart to be broken during the holidays without Ty.
And then came Easter Sunday or better known today as Resurrection Sunday. Another holiday that we hosted at our home. With the grandkids doing an egg hunt in our backyard (don't judge us). The year before was the last holiday that my son and his family spent at our home. Again, my daughter-in-love went away for this holiday with my grandson. Our daughter was kind enough to host Easter dinner at her home. And again, the Lord made a way of escape for me.
As my son’s birthday approaches, I am once again asking the Father to have mercy on me. As part of his birthday celebration this year, we want to honor his memory and God by serving people who are less fortunate than we are. I could choose not to drown in grief after all there’s no point in me falling apart, it’s not honoring to anybody nor will it comfort me. Although, if at any point in the day I want to cry, I will. If I want to scream, I will. I am not superwoman and I don’t pretend to be. I am a mother who lost a child too soon for me. His death so sudden, I still can’t make sense of it. Fortunately I don’t have too, my heavenly Father knows all things. The one thing that keeps me going is my hope in Jesus, the comfort that I receive from the Holy Spirit and a Heavenly Father that loves me like no other. After all it's up to you to move forward, have you consider talking with a life coach? I would love to help you face the future with a smile.
Here are a few questions to reflect on:
1. Are you in a funk? (Have you stopped moving forward?)
2. Where is your hope?
3. Who can you trust to listen without judgement?
Well thanks for reading and allowing me to be transparent. Please feel free to leave a comment.
Inspirational reading: When you're tempted to stay in grief...
The temptations in your life are no different from what others experience. And God is faithful. He will not allow the temptation to be more than you can stand. When you are tempted, he will show you a way out so that you can endure. 1 Corinthians 10:13 NLT