Sometimes I feel like when I share my story about Ben’s cancer and death it makes people feel that what they deal with in their own lives is nothing compared to what I went through or continue to live. And then people feel they can’t complain or can’t be sad about what they are going through.
However, the reality is, that whatever struggles you are going through, big or small, doesn’t make it any less of value or importance to God compared to mine. How we feel and what we go through ALL matters to God!
God gave us emotions NOT to ignore but to bring to him. When we ignore how we are really feeling we are really ignoring how God wants to help, heal, and come alongside of us. God wants us to overcome whatever we are facing but MOST IMPORTANTLY he wants to be in the midst of our mess with us because we are all so precious to Him. The safest place we can process our feelings is with God. He can handle our curse words, our depression, our anger, our frustrations, and so on. It doesn’t phase him. It doesn’t make him shake his head at us or say to us that we should know better or do better. When he looks at us, it is through a lens of grace and love NOT of disfavor and condemnation.
I thought I would express some of these thoughts in a poem about not minimizing or ignoring my emotions as I continue to have ups and downs in my grieving. I have already seen inner healing in myself and received new dreams and new hopes but I wanted to express that it is a constant roller coaster of: grieving and receiving comfort then receiving new dreams, getting hit with new grief and receiving comfort then receiving new dreams, and so on:
There are nights and days when the tears don’t end.
There are and nights and days I miss my best friend.
Beneath the surface, my true emotions lie-
Beneath the skin and muscle
my fragile heart begins to cry:
Like a waterfall of tears
it recalls all the years
the joys and the fears
the happy and the sad
the things that made you mad
the things that made you you
the things you use to do
the things that made you mine
the things that made me yours
the things that were entwined.
And my heart?
Will it start?
Or will it forever hold its breath?
Crying and grieving your untimely death.
My heart longs for hope and my heart longs to see,
the silver lining that will one day be in front of me.
But in this moment?
It just needs
And needs to be mad.
And needs to be broken.
And needs to feel everything unspoken.
Everything not expressed.
Everything not at its best.
Everything as it is.
Everything not addressed.
Everything that use to be-
One day, I know deep down, good will come out of this.
But right now my heart is plunged into this deep dark abyss.
And there in the depths of my soul and the depths of my sorrow,
is the One embracing my heart AND my tomorrow.
He joins me as I re-live the past and present feelings,
until I’m ready for new hopes and future healings-
that will outlast
all that I can grasp
in the years to come.
But right now?
I am undone.