Heavy Hearts

Today was quiet, but another work day for me. As I was preparing to go to work, I received a call from my sister telling me that our grandmother did not make it, she passed away. I lost it, completely lost it.

Being the person I am in God, I should have handled it better than I did, but I have feelings to. My whole heart shattered within a split second. Our hearts are heavy as we grieve the loss of our grandmother. This will be a Valentine’s Day I do not ever intend to forget.

In due time our hearts will mend, but as for now everything is on the surface. Everything is very raw. This is how I cope with grief; I have to write what I am feeling. I have to get it out, even if it means screaming to the top of my lungs. Pain is pain and it all hurts very deeply. Preachers are people too, we hurt, we cry, we go through devastating situations just as everyone does. We just have to remember that we are carriers of the Word of God. Even in this time of bereavement I still have to be strong for my family. I still broke down. Was I wrong? Was I wrong for crying and screaming? Was I wrong for letting my heart break?

I will always have my memories of everything she taught me. Our hearts are heavy, but God will comfort our hearts. He is with us even now. He won’t leave us to suffer this alone. Everything will be alright. Until next time, God bless, stay safe, and just remember that Jesus is just a prayer away.©2/14/22