So I don't know if I've hidden it well or not, but this whole Tornado Event on April 27th has thrown me for an emotional loop. Which sounds so selfish when I actually say it out loud. Here I sit in my comfortable home, my babies and husband snoozing the night away; while the victims of the tornados have no home to be in and some will never have their loved ones in the next room again.
The shear amount of grief overtakes me when something tragic like this happens. It's as if the scab of my own wound is ripped off once again as I'm filled with empathy for these victims.
No, I've never had all of my material things virtually wiped off the face of the earth.
But I do know the feeling that comes with Life As You've Planned It suddenly going completely off course.
The feeling of standing at the crossroads and having to decide--will this swallow me whole or will I overcome?
The feeling of having your heart completely emptied so that it can be filled to overflowing with God Himself.
My heart goes out to these families who have a long journey ahead. The long journey to a "new normal." If there even is such a thing. Because here I am ten years out and I'm still obviously searching for a way to navigate around the pain.
But I just don't think it can be avoided sometimes.
So I find myself hitting it head on and crying the tears.
Eventually cycling back into the routines of life as the wound begins to heal over once more.