The Other Shoe

I don’t know about you but I have found this to be so true. When my dad died in a tragic car accident I was just 17 yrs. old. It rocked my whole world. It brought on fear and anxiety about so many different things. I lived under the weight of that fear for years until I someone shared this scripture with me. It opened my eyes to the fact that I didn’t have to live this way. “I have not been given a spirit of fear, but of power, of love, and a sound mind.” 2 Timothy 1:7

When Melanie went to heaven at the young age of 38 once again my world was rocked and that old familiar feeling began to creep in. Fear. Anxiety. Dread. On the inside I began to ask myself, “What was going to happen next”? Every time my husband left the house I realized I became so tense and anxious, that even my breathing changed. All the while he was gone I was unconsciously waiting for the phone to ring with bad news. Then one day, I read that this was indeed part of the grief process. It’s a normal feeling. Not a good one, but at least normal. That’s when I remembered the scripture that saved me after my dad’s passing. I wrote it down on an index card and when that old familiar stirring came I reminded myself I have not been given a spirit of fear, but of power, of love and a sound mind. Wishing you all a blessed, peaceful day!

Published by pat

Mom. Wife. Honey. Jesus-Girl. Love to travel, cook, make beautiful things grow and spend time with family & friends.

3 thoughts on “The Other Shoe

  1. I agree Pat, anxiety and fear are real parts of the Grief process. I have experienced this myself after the death of my son Chris and grandson Stephen. It is wonderful that you share your feelings, it helps others to not feel so alone and “crazy”. Blessings, Jean

  2. My son left this world when he, too, was 38. Next Wednesday, May 12, will be his 42nd birthday. The pain is with me every day because my love for him is so great. Some days I can navigate my life like a ‘normal’ person, one who hasn’t experienced the devastation of losing a child. Other days, I am beside myself with grief and can barely move. My only saving grace, if you will, is my grandson, his son, who is now 8 years old and SO much like my son. Our time together allows my memories to flourish and keep me afloat.

    1. @Sheryl, I am truly sorry for the loss of your son. The loss of a child is like no other and is especially difficult as these milestones and holidays come upon us. I’ll be lifting you up in prayer on Wednesday. I’m happy you have your grandson, who is your son’s mini-me. I also have my daughter’s son and he is the very best part of her that has been left here for me to continue to love on. Much love and comfort being sent your way. 💜

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