My Grandma died yesterday. She was declining in health and we knew the end was near. But it happened more quickly than I expected. It felt like more than I could bear. Evy dies Thursday. Chemo starts Friday. I froze. It was all I could do to not just sit and stare at the wall all day. I lost my joy. I lost my peace. I lost my focus. I lost my footing.
My emotions short-circuited. I didn't know what to do.
I went to church. To early morning prayer. Broken and discouraged.
Everyone prayed for me. They ministered life and hope to me. They lifted me up and pulled me out of the pit of discouragement. How foolish it is to think we don't need one another!
Thank you friends, for continually praying for me, and for being full of faith when my faith is weak.