7 weeks out

We've been having some computer problems so I'm a little behind in writing. To be honest, I'm in a place where I'm feeling a little dry and am not sure I have much to say. God felt so close through most of my pregnancy and for the first couple weeks after Logan's death. I could actually sense His presence comforting me. Now, at times, it feels like He has forgotten me. I usually tell myself that God doesn't leave so I must have moved, but in this case, I think it's not that I've moved but that God has stepped away to lead me somewhere else. I guess this is to be continued...

I have come to realize what a comfort my friends are through this, especially those that have walked this path before me. There is a sense of loneliness in going through this -- actually, I think grief in general makes you feel isolated. Perhaps it's just one of those lies that the Father of Lies tells us - that no one understands and we are forgotten. Hmmm. Anyway, I have had this reoccurring thought about something I heard Shiela Walsh say at a Women of Faith conference some years ago - our scars are not for us, but for others - they are there to help other people. I'm seeing this in action as people that have offered to share their stories with me. It is so comforting to know others have been here and are able to heal.