Spring is coming, a time of promise after a very long winter. Newness, rebirth, hope...words abound describing the changing seasons. What thoughts follow? The continued seasons of life that we all experience, expected yet individual ...never stopping or pausing . Yet I look in the mirror, and see old...grey, wrinkles, dark circles, weary. tears just below the surface, ready to leak out at unexpected moments. Where am I in this new season? Hopefully just slightly buried beneath this strange exterior, time for newness here, too.

Mandisa - Broken Hallelujah

With my love and my sadness
I come before You Lord
My heart’s in a thousand pieces
Maybe even more

Yet I trust in this moment
You’re with me somehow
And You’ve always been faithful
So Lord even now

When all that I can sing
Is a broken hallelujah
When my only offering
Is shattered praise

Still a song of adoration
Will rise up from these ruins
I will worship You and give You thanks
Even when my only praise
Is a broken hallelujah

Oh Father, You have given
Much more than I deserve
And I have felt Your hand of blessing
On me at every turn

How could I doubt Your goodness
Your wisdom, Your grace
So Lord hear my heart
In this painful place

Hallelujah
I lift my voice
Your Spirit moves
I raise my hands
I reach for You


A Broken Hallelujah - Madisa

I am so glad this week is coming to an end. I am drained, done, tired. All the past month my thoughts have been consumed with "this was the last time we did .." whatever it was such as going to church, going to Candle Lake during the Feb. break, snowmobiling with the kids, family supper, on and on. Now I can give that a rest for a bit...and give myself a rest. 2 years done, Delaney is now 10. We have made it this far, praise God for that. Despite us, life continues'; God is good.

Widow's Voice: We Scare the Hell Out of People

Widow's Voice: We Scare the Hell Out of People: "Widowed people are scary. Who knew? I’ve noticed it in the past 5 years and it took me a while to figure it out. Our tragedy makes people u..."

'Today I realized another new world where I belong. It is a world much larger than I ever anticipated. Some days, I am amazed and broken hearted that we are all here. It is the world of grief…and it crosses time zones and oceans. Through my writing, I have reached out to those I have never seen and they reach back to me. Through seeking out other’s words I have been linked to a world I never knew existed. It is a world where I feel less isolated and more connected. It is a world that I can access any time of day or night. It is the world where people share their most intimate thoughts and fears and make my loneliness melt away. I know they understand and I understand them. When my life is overwhelming, I can take a breath, go to my computer and find those who understand even though we’ve never met. Grief comes in all sorts, shapes and sizes. Grief can kill you if you are alone and not able to make connections with those who understand, those whose stories you can relate to, those whose words reach into your heart, bring your tears out and give you strength to try again tomorrow."

This is a paragraph from a blog post from Widow Island--

http://widowisland.wordpress.com/

It describes much of what has surprised me this past while---so many experiencing loss, able to connect through the internet. Wow, is all I have.

Wow, my blog world has expanded! This past week I have been moving from one widow blog to the next...not sure why I have not done this before! Really, now...there are so many experiencing this unwanted journey! I'll try to add links, but not now...another early morning "awake" time...boo.