Days come and go, weeks come and go, and now I am thinking back to February when my whole life changed. I ran from everything I was scared of and here I am sitting in a Starbucks on a Sunday afternoon, not really sure what to write, but feeling the need to.
My family calls me, each trying to in his or her way to help. Some are trying to still pick up the broken pieces, some are trying to not talk about my feelings anymore, and some just don’t know what to say, but each seem to hope that I will not seem so broken. That the world is moving on around me, and maybe tomorrow I won’t feel so broken, maybe the next day I won’t feel so lost. But I feel just as broken and just as lost as the day before.
Through my day-by-day reflection, I remember that I am just as broken as I was in February, but with one difference: I am stronger. I have learned to pick myself up, I have learned that my lost feelings are going to come and go. I know that the familiar things I see as I drive or the songs I hear on the radio are going to continuously serve as reminders of the life I had and the life I am trying to live. Those small things remind me that I am strong enough and brave enough to just live.
I am not really sure where this blog is going, except to give me the outlet I need today. A few weeks ago my grandmom sent me a small book that sits by my bed. It’s called Hope, Pure and Simple by Max Lucado. The book contains quotations, Bible versus and other encouraging sayings that offer little bits of hope. My grandmom and I were talking not to long ago about how she believes I am a strong woman. She also reminded me of my Catholic faith. She reminded me how strong my faith used to believe and how much I used to never be afraid to know when I needed to turn to God. She reminded me that I may be scared, alone, broken, and ashamed, but I will always be loved. She reminded me that while I am just as broken and beautiful as I was a week ago, I always have someone helping me pick up the pieces. My grandmom reminded me how important my faith is, and how I will never be alone. Both of my grandparents always taught me to believe and to remember the importance of growing as a Catholic, even though I got lost along the way. I can always pick up where I left off, with a little love, faith and prayer.
I want to share some of the encouraging sayings from the book, and two stand out to me. “God forgives your faults, why don’t you do the same?” Lastly, “God never promises to remove us from our struggles. He does promise, however, to change the way we look at them.”
Thank you for reading,
Molly Francis
My family calls me, each trying to in his or her way to help. Some are trying to still pick up the broken pieces, some are trying to not talk about my feelings anymore, and some just don’t know what to say, but each seem to hope that I will not seem so broken. That the world is moving on around me, and maybe tomorrow I won’t feel so broken, maybe the next day I won’t feel so lost. But I feel just as broken and just as lost as the day before.
Through my day-by-day reflection, I remember that I am just as broken as I was in February, but with one difference: I am stronger. I have learned to pick myself up, I have learned that my lost feelings are going to come and go. I know that the familiar things I see as I drive or the songs I hear on the radio are going to continuously serve as reminders of the life I had and the life I am trying to live. Those small things remind me that I am strong enough and brave enough to just live.
I am not really sure where this blog is going, except to give me the outlet I need today. A few weeks ago my grandmom sent me a small book that sits by my bed. It’s called Hope, Pure and Simple by Max Lucado. The book contains quotations, Bible versus and other encouraging sayings that offer little bits of hope. My grandmom and I were talking not to long ago about how she believes I am a strong woman. She also reminded me of my Catholic faith. She reminded me how strong my faith used to believe and how much I used to never be afraid to know when I needed to turn to God. She reminded me that I may be scared, alone, broken, and ashamed, but I will always be loved. She reminded me that while I am just as broken and beautiful as I was a week ago, I always have someone helping me pick up the pieces. My grandmom reminded me how important my faith is, and how I will never be alone. Both of my grandparents always taught me to believe and to remember the importance of growing as a Catholic, even though I got lost along the way. I can always pick up where I left off, with a little love, faith and prayer.
I want to share some of the encouraging sayings from the book, and two stand out to me. “God forgives your faults, why don’t you do the same?” Lastly, “God never promises to remove us from our struggles. He does promise, however, to change the way we look at them.”
Thank you for reading,
Molly Francis