sunny saturdays and sanding

It is a gorgeous sunny Saturday- the sun couldn’t be brighter, the trees any greener, the sky any bluer.

My eyes keep filling with tears blurring the sun, the trees, the sky; obscuring their beauty. The tears make my eyes sting, throat ache, my heart feel like a big heavy rock.

I don’t want to feel like this.  I don’t want to blog like this.  I’m so tired, so tired of hurting yet I know their isn’t an end in sight…yet.

It’s prom tonight.  It’s mother’s day tomorrow.  The fields are full of baseball players running and hitting and sliding and catching in green grass stained pants.  The world is still just a spinning away, each rotation bringing a new dawn and a fresh start and every day my son is not here.  Every day feels like he gets further away; more of the world’s history gets piled on top of the year and four-ish months since he has not been a part of it.

It’s just so heartbreaking I feel like if the pain were shards of glass piercing my heart I would be dead in second.

I’m working on my candles today because I need a whole bunch of them for the Painted Farmgirl flea market next Saturday. It would be a welcome distraction if it weren’t for my kids also fighting and screaming at each other so I have to stop every two minutes and try to referee.  I would let them just go at it but one of them is four so most often he is involved.  He also desperately wants me to play trucks with him and go to the park.  In a few minutes, I keep saying, in a few minutes.

I’m using an electric sander and it grinds away the imperfections in the glass slowly and tediously but yet it is satisfying.  Taking a rough bumpy surface and making smooth and beautiful.  I have bumped my finger on the sand paper a few times and made it bloody and raw.  Like my heart.

I am being sanded.  It hurts so bad, it takes so long, but eventually; eventually will emerge a shiny smooth surface.  Quite a few of the bottles have a divot that is too big to sand out.  It is simply imperfect; yet beautiful in it’s own way.  I know I have a divot or two that may never sand out.

I was watching a movie last night and the Father is speaking to his Son whose Wife is in a coma.  He says “life breaks all of us to some degree or another.  If is doesn’t break you it kills you.”

I’m not entirely sure how true that is but I pondered it.  Without a doubt we are all broken… it’s called sin.  How much each individual feels broken; I don’t know.  We cannot see into everyone’s hearts.  I’m sure there are a great many people more broken than they care to let on or admit.

I only know my experience and how many ways I have tried to frame in my head what happened and why.  How many times I have tried to fit the puzzle piece of his death into my idea of what life should be and found it the completely wrong shape.  There are so many things that just don’t make sense in any way.  The only to cope is to lay it at God’s feet and say, “you are the creator of the universe and my mind is simply not capable of understanding.”

“For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways,”
 declares the Lord.” Isaiah 55:8

I know that suffering is something to be thankful for.  As bitter a pill that is to swallow.

“More than that, we rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope, and hope does not put us to shame, because God’s love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit who has been given to us.” Romans 5:3-5

“Count it all joy, my brothers, when you meet trials of various kinds, for you know that the testing of your faith produces steadfastness. And let steadfastness have its full effect, that you may be perfect and complete, lacking in nothing.” James 1:2-4

My favorite: “For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worth comparing with the glory that is to be revealed to us.” Romans 8:18.

Sanding though rough, painful, tedious leads to beauty.

Suffering is part of the bumpy winding path which leads to Heaven.

Happy Mothers day <3

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3 Responses to sunny saturdays and sanding

  1. Sue Klein says:

    Dear Melissa,
    Days and occasions like these must make your heart feel so raw! It’s a blessing to see that, even through your sadness, you’re clinging to the Rock of Ages.
    Prayers and hugs for you!

  2. Mary Herrema says:

    your death is recent and my son died 10 years ago. It does get better with time. Two things remember is our sons are with God, and God is always there to comfort us. Someone told me that a death of a child is the death of your future, and that is hard to deal with, but our future is with God and that is all that matters. When the day finds me in tears,I turn to God and He is here to comfort. Will be praying for you tomorrow.

  3. Korthe says:

    Just what my heart needed to hear, as we travel a difficult road. Thank you for speaking into my heart and reminding me that placing it at the Lords feet is a much better place for it to be. Happy Motbers day sweet Melissa

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