Four year later…

The LORD is my shepherd, I shall not be in want. He makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside quiet waters, he restores my soul.

Psalm 23: 1-2 (NIV)

Today is four years since my son went home to live with Jesus. Most days it doesn’t seem like four years. Some days I do not think about James. Most days I miss his smile, his ‘James-look’, his presence that’s not there and is noticed at every family celebration. Some days I think of him and tears come. Most days I think of him and …chuckle at a memory!

What I have been thinking most today is how Jesus has walked me through these past four years. He has been a loving, watchful shepherd. When I have felt I was in want, He has calmed me. When I think there is a huge distance of time and space between James and me, Jesus bridges the gap. He shows me that He is in both places. Jesus is with James. Jesus is with me. He shows me that He is real to us both.

Grief is a journey. I rejoice today because I am walking this journey. I am not stuck. I have a Shepherd and He is leading me.

If you are interested in the book I wrote, Grief: Finding the Candle of Light, follow this link.  It has been used recently by several grief support groups.