In the midst then of attempting the first Proverbs 31 study, I suspended it and wrote this on October 16th of last year:
Eight days ago the lives of some of my most beloved people changed forever. Our family was thrust into grief and shock, worse than any I have ever before witnessed firsthand. All week long we have responded to each other the way I hope all families everywhere can manage to do. I feel as profoundly grateful for my parents, my siblings, and my husband as I feel sad for the incredible loss being suffered.
Having just now opened my laptop for the first time since the terrible news, the first thing I notice is that life goes on. Whether we think we like it or not, the world is still turning. Other people are still maintaining routines, relationships, and the pursuit of beauty in daily life. Still oceans of happiness and possibility remain unexplored, and this is good.
I'll now be gradually stepping back into reading and writing, trying to revive my study of Proverbs 31 and also sharing some of the things we learned this week. Prayers are still needed and appreciated for my sister, her children our parents, everybody.
Rather than leave you on a sad note, I want to assure you of the power of love and hope. The potential for old hurts to be soothed, for flaring tempers to be cooled. Love is not just soft and romantic or even sexy; it is truly powerful. Love motivates; it emboldens; it focuses and multiplies our energy. Love is miraculous, and it causes me to KNOW that all things are possible.
Late last night we witnessed the marriage of Handsome's nephew and his young bride, and I could feel in my lungs and my bones that Love is alive. I breathed it in deeply, let it saturate my body, and savored the realization that what lies ahead of us is better than what lies behind us.
Best wishes, be as happy as you can, count your blessings.
In the wake of Tim's suicide, as I hope you can only imagine, everything that remains has changed forever. His children continue to grow and mature without him. They are very young and in such pain. His parents continue to live their lives, but they grieve constantly. And my little sister has almost fully self destructed.
Exactly one day before this awful, gut wrenching anniversary, my family will be binding together hoping for some good news for my sister, our petite, flaxen haired social butterfly girl, now all grown up and hurting worse than we can imagine. We'll be hoping that her year of extreme mourning is coming to a close and that she can bury some of the debris of this destruction and become a mother and a happy person again.
I still believe this... That LOVE IS POWERFUL. Not because WE are powerful who give it but because it comes first from LOVE Himself. As flawed and ugly as we sometimes are, we are also drenched in mercy and forgiveness, grace and blessings beyond what we deserve. The more we share it and pour it back out to others, the better it flows back to us.
Those of you who read the Lazy W and consider me a friend, I am asking for your prayers this coming week. Beyond just thinking positively and making the most of life's heartache, this is a serious need, and I would be so grateful if you would share some of your love and faith with my little sister, her children, and our parents. I firmly believe that prayer can change things, that LOVE is the most powerful force on earth and beyond it. And I would be so happy for some relief to rain down on our family.
Thank you ahead of time, because I know so many of you by name who will already be praying before you comment or email me or anything!
We'll pick back up on Proverbs 31 tomorrow.