Dad died 9 months ago and I have been experiencing a "pocket of grief" lately. To commemorate this day, I will be attending a funeral of a dear friend who was only 36 and leaves behind husband and three small sons.
I am so over this. Cancer sucks. I am ready to start actually seeing some miraculous healings. I didn't actually know Preethi very well until she received her diagnosis. At that point, I entered into prayer for her healing with all the faith I had and through that process of praying for her with a small group of faithful women, I got to know her very well.
My heart is broken. I feel numb. And I wait.
I wait for a loving, compassionate God to sort through my confusion with me one day at time. It's all I can do.
Today I am thankful for a God to can handle me when I am at my most raw. It's not pretty, but He's not scared.