Day 6: A Holy Pause

I attended a funeral today.  Whispered goodnight to a beautiful spirit. With so many questions, the weary mind wrestles.  It’s heartache to bury a 45 year old father, husband, son, and brother. 

This day was a holy pause.  A reminder of this fleeting life we lead.  Rivers of tears.  Deep hugs. A little boy’s arm around his weeping mom. Hearts simultaneously breaking and rejoicing.  

Your quest is done, dear Martin.  You have all the answers now.  The sun appeared.  The children sang.  And life goes on till we meet again…

This series is not a tidy story of a fairy tale life.  It is messy and truthful.  For 31 days, I will share pieces of my journey, practical coping techniques for dealing with anxiety, spiritual insights, emotional struggles, and a whole lot of other.  I will likely  jump from here to there as the Spirit leads.  I invite you along as I share my experience, my strength, and my hope. Thank you for being part of this journey with me.  Together, we shall seek the still.