The Broken Pitcher
I almost never title a post until I'm done with it. It's late. It's after two in the morning and I know we have to be up in six hours. My heart is hurting. My facade is shattering. I'm terrified. I don't want to go to worship tomorrow. He'll be there. I haven't had to see him yet, so it's very, very unreal to me. You know, in a very I can't sleep, can't eat, would like to run away kind of way. But I haven't really been able to break down yet, and I'm sure that is coming tomorrow. I'm thankful that my husband is home. If you're up and you read this, or you read it before morning, pray that his pain will ease so that he can make it to worship with us in the morning. I really, really don't want to have to do this without him. I'm afraid of a lot of things. I know I just want to disappear.

My heart hurts. Angie Smith wrote a post one time about shattering a piece of pottery as a form of therapy after losing a child. And I thought then that it was a good idea. And I've thought about doing it several times. Tonight, I realize how appropriate that would be. Although I have lost a child, this isn't what that grief is about. That's a whole 'nother post all together. Hmm.. Maybe I'll share that story someday. But for now, my pain, my crises, my groans that can not be uttered are about my childhood. My hurt. My fear. And I feel as though I have been shattered into a million pieces and there isn't any way to get it all put back together. I don't think I want to do it alone, though. I think I'll have 'S', 'A' and 'C' and 'P' help me do it. I don't know, we'll see. They're really the ones putting all the pieces back together in my life, anyhow. Anyhow this was just a random last minute post.

I'm terrified of tomorrow. People say I have so much more strength than I know, and maybe I do. But it really feels like I've just put a wall up. And it feels like going to church tomorrow, seeing him, being there, it's all going to be so real, and I'm terrified of shattering. Please pray, if you're the praying type, that I can just get through this, and that my husband will feel well enough to go and help me survive the initial shock. I am so thankful for all of my wonderful blogger friends. I love you all so much more than you could know. I know I've been kinda quiet and kinda absent lately. I just want you all to know that I am so very grateful for you, and I would LOVE to hear from some of you, sometime..

Okay, I haven't really slept in days and my sleeping meds are kicking in, quick. Now lets just hope I can actually sleep. And not be, you know, paranoid. I hope you're all well.

1 Response
  1. Katie Says:

    hope you got some wonderful sleep and that your hubby was able to be there to hold you up.
    you are so strong!

    xo
    k


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