Today the calendar turns to Mother's Day, definitely one of my unfavorite days of the year since I lost my daughter and my mother and my son is torn between me--and his wife, mother-in-law, and two grandmothers-in-law.
So the statement from a TV preacher this morning really resonated with me. Grief is leftover love.
I grieve the loss of two people who meant so very much to me. Also, it's a day when the world stops to honor their mothers . . .so even my usual outlets for friendship are cut off, leaving me in my bed, utterly alone . . .
Leftover love should find a new object . . . I don't know who. (Besides the gifts of my two beautiful grandbabies) Nor how I can show love since I only see people when they come to see me.
But it's a glimpse into what God wants for me, from me. . . That He intends for me to live a love-filled life.
This week has been a mixture of ups and downs. I stood under my own power and the last time in therapy I walked 28 steps . . . Huge progress!
Other times like today my legs ache. Yesterday one of the healing wounds from my infection reopened and started oozing blood. That even after 30 days of antibiotics and all I've been through, it may not be over. . .I cried like I haven't throughout most of this process.
Please know I appreciate the large numbers of you who have reached out to me during this difficult time . . . all your thoughts and arms reaching out in love have meant a great deal. I am not complaining about a lack of love shown to me, but a lack of people to love with that same intensity.
Some of you stopped by my blog last week, left an encouraging word (thank you!) but no email address . . . if you haven't heart from me about your free book, email me privately at belovedfranklin (at) hotmail (dot) com.
May today bring blessings to all of you.
P.S. Here's a final thought: I write Christian romance. At least some of my "leftover love" gets poured into them!