Baby of May / No one to cry with ...

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Why? I had something deep and painful to share just yesterday but I have already moved in my thinking. For the tears aren’t really what I want to share with you, but my story. Permission to be needy, cry, be angry, not work, not fix dinner but most of all to be with the baby I birthed but do not hold. Yes, it takes time but if not given permission to do less their will be no time to give to dignity to the life I once carried. I see now that it is I that had to make give myself permission for you can only validate what I am doing. Thank-you.

“Dwelling on it makes it worse.” Sentiments that I felt from my husband. Loving, meaning well but concerned that I would fall into the glass only to come out angry, griping and without relief. I began to fear his fears only to be tranformed by the process for I am not staying in the anger and the sadness but letting God shed his light and truth on what it really is. Day by day I believe God will show me more and more of his glory in the mist of my spilled milk.