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It’s been two months since Henry’s death and it seems like my opinion and observation of grief changes with each moment. Sometimes it feels like a bomb went off beside me and I’m wandering around, dazed and unable to hear, picking up random pieces of my life that survived. Sometimes it feels like an unending uphill hike where I have to look down at my feet and focus on each individual step in order to keep going. Recently it has felt like a tropical storm – moments of bright sunshine and warm breeze, but mostly torrential downpour and high winds. After my relatively brief two month experience of intense grief, I’ve concluded that there is no pattern or process involved – and my highly organized, systems driven, categorical brain has been actively searching for one. I’m never quite sure when a giant storm cloud is going to blow in, block the sun and drench me and I’m equally surprised when the winds blow the cloud away and the warm sun shines again.
While I have very little control over grief itself, I think I have found a consistent pattern in my emotional state. The more I am focused on myself, the more miserable I am. Last week I decided that the hardest, most painful part of Henry’s death was missing him. This seems like an obvious observation when I write it down, but it keeps hitting me in the face. I have never experienced a physical manifestation of an emotional hurt so intense in my life. I just want to hold and hug that little guy. I want to kiss his forehead and cheeks and fluff out his wild hair. I want to hear his little husky voice finally say, “mama!” But I can’t. No amount of smelling his stinky tennis shoes, cuddling with his blanket and holding his favorite musical Fisher Price dog is any kind of consolation or substitution for what I really want. So I feel disappointed and I feel fearful that I will feel this intense pain every day for the rest of my life, and fearful that I won’t.
This morning I was again lamenting all the things I miss about Henry and all the things I will never get to do with him. As usual, these thoughts quickly led down the spiral to the obsessive “me” thoughts. “I just want to hold him. I can’t remember what it felt like to hold him. I’m so sad. I don’t’ think I’m strong enough to deal with this. Am I ever going to be fully happy again? Will I ever feel complete again? Is it selfish to ask these questions? How could I have let this happen to my sweet baby? Why couldn’t I have prevented it? Will I be able to know and do what the Lord requires of me? Why am I so sad recently? Why, this week, do the sad times seem to outnumber the happy ones?” And then I realized, the difference between this week and previous weeks – I’ve been fundamentally focused on me. I’ve been focused in thought on what I have lost, what I will miss, and how sad I will always be.
I immediately remembered a quote by Albert Schweitzer that I had on my bulletin board all through college.
“I don’t know what your destiny will be, but one thing I know: the only ones among you who will be really happy are those who will have sought and found how to serve.”
This isn’t a new concept to me, it is something I have been taught and have believed since childhood. I have been raised by generous, compassionate, kind Christian parents. I have long believed the teachings of Christ such as, “if anyone wants your shirt, give him your coat as well. If anyone forces you to go one mile, go two. Give to those who ask. Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you.” And the greatest commandment of all, “Love the Lord your God with all your heart, soul and mind and love your neighbor as yourself” or as we are directed in the book of Philippians “Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit. Rather, in humility value others above yourselves, not looking to your own interests but each of you to the interests of the others.”
Ashamedly, my adult life has largely been a betrayal of these beliefs. While I feel empathy for my friends and even my enemies, my actions have often denied any commitment to love, serve and help my neighbors in need. I just finished reading The Hiding Place by Corrie ten Boom. Whether they were in their home in Haarlem or sleeping amongst fleas in Ravensbrück concentration camp, Betsie and Corrie’s primary objective was serving the spiritual, physical and emotional needs of anyone who was near them – friend or enemy. They viewed every circumstance and location in which they found themselves a perfect place to share the joy of the Lord with whomever was there.
This love of God and service to others – this focus on others instead of me, this is the key. This is the only antidote. This is how joy becomes deeper than pain. It was the only antidote before Henry died, I just didn’t understand it then. When I focus on how God can use this pain to help others, when I think of how He might use me to help others, I feel joy. It is supernatural joy from God, not anything I could conjure up on my own strength of will or character.
Oh Sarah, thank you for sharing your thoughts during this time of difficult trials and tribulations. I can’t even begin to imagine the pain and exhaustion as a parent that you are experiencing. Please know that you are and continue to be an inspiration to those around you. Your strength, compassion and most of all the love and faith that you have in the Lord is comforting. My friend, I will continue to pray for you and your family. I know we haven’t seen one another since our High school graduation but please know my heart is heavy for you from one Mommy to another. I love you and pray for brighter days in your future.
I am a resident of overseas community and do not know you personally but grieve with you and am so sorry for your loss. Your words inspire me and uplift me. Thank you for letting me share in this journey with you.
Sarah, I have been thinking of you & your family so much these last few months & have been meaning to write you. Thank you both for sharing your heart with us through this difficult time. I, too read the Corrie ten Boom book last year & visited their museum while we were in Amsterdam. She was such an inspiration to so many people & always shared joy to everyone in the most trying of times & you are our inspiration. You & your family are so loved by so many people & hurting right alongside with you. I hope you & your husband continue to keep writing on your blog – I have learned so much & I will continue to keep you & your family in my thoughts & prayers.
Sarah, what I would give to “fix” this for you and take away any ounce of pain or sorrow you feel. I love you and hope you know how your words are ministering to me. You are INCREDIBLE.
I totally agree, Jordan. I think of, and pray for your family often! Such an inspiration to read & hear of how you are honoring God through these months!
Sweet Sarah, my heart breaks for you. Each day that passes by is a reminder of your great loss and Heavens gain. There is joy in all of this great tragedy that you and your family are suffering through, somewhere, in Gods time. Henry still lives on in your heart and nothing can take that away. Love and prayers always, Carolyn
Dear Sarah, I thought of you guys all day yesterday and wondered if it would be a hard one. I wanted something wise to say to you, but had nothing. So glad that you’re listening to the Heavenly Father because His voice is keeping you and Josh grounded and focused on the truth of the situation. There are no easy answers but I believe there is comfort and growth and yes a bigger heart as a result. So glad you both are seeking Him.
As a member of your community, I prayed and still am praying for you all. Just when we thought that grieving with be such a terrible emotion for you and your family to process, we have been the ones encouraged and blessed by your blogs.
God bless you and though I too have not even talked to you personally, are recipients of the inner yearnings of your souls and in return educate us too.
Oh Sarah, how I wish I could hold you and shield you from this pain. You have expressed so many feelings and emotions that I went through. I too couldn’t find the pattern of grief and would get frustrated because I couldn’t figure out what stage I was in. And the “physical manifestation of an emotional hurt” describe the immense pain well. This pain has make me shudder every time I hear of someone losing a child. This pain has caused me to build a wall around me so that I would never have to feel this pain again. It was this pain that made me tell Molly and Brennis when they had babies if something happened I couldn’t be there for them. This pain made me hold my feelings for Sloan close until “I” thought he was too old for SIDS. I’ve breathed a sigh of relief as each of my grandchildren and “grand”nieces and nephews passed this age. It was also this pain that made me want to roll over and pretend I didn’t hear what Dan was telling me that Wednesday afternoon. I never ever wanted to feel this pain again. But as I sat beside you, with my arms around you in the hospital, this pain wash over me again like a tidal wave and God showed me I could do it because I had Him and He also showed me what He thought of the wall I had tried to build around me. I also realize how much joy I deprived myself of. Notice how many times I have used “I” and “me”. I didn’t even realize where my focus was. You are so wise. I’m so happy to know you are having such horrendous and joyous times and that you are holding God and His teachings so close through them both. I love each of each of you so deeply.
Sarah, the Lord is so sovereign. The faith, honesty and truth that you and Josh have shared has been such a testimony and witnessed to so many. I know people are coming to know the Lord through this or re-establishing their intimate relationship with the Lord. Love y’all so much. Thank you for being such an open vessel that the Lord is pouring His Abba Love through.
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