Find your village


One of the ways I see God walking with me in this journey is by the people He brings around me. Granted, I don't run into many parents in my situation in our local coffee shop, but I did find a social media group full of them. Parents going through the same experience. I read their posts and comments and realize they are feeling the same emotions as me. Struggling with the same conflicts.

 And it's comforting. 

 Feeling alone when dealing with a traumatic event is the worst.  But I am not alone. And you are not alone.

 Here's just a sample of the healing words I get the privilege to read:

"I am at a loss. I guess I’m still processing everything and my own emotions as well."

 "I go back and forth some days, wanting to hide my head."

 "I don't have any answers, only wishes and prayers."

 "Sometimes I don't know if I'm doing the right things. I know it's not about me."

 ...and then:

"I am blessed to have the opportunity to discuss this with Christian parents that understand exactly what I'm going through."

 "Thank you so much for accepting me into your group. I have felt so isolated in this journey."

 "I'm really new in this journey and not even sure yet what to ask. Just glad to know that there are others sharing the same story."

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