When I’m Overrun with Sorrow

Ryan,

It’s been a while since I’ve written. It seems the storms of grief has let me alone the past few weeks. That’s not to say that you aren’t constantly on my mind and that I don’t miss you; I’m just not as broken. Doc came in the house the other day with Lurch and said there was a cardinal outside…we both instantly said you were visiting. ❤

Matthew 11:28-30 says, “Are you tired? Worn out? Burned out on religion? Come to me. Get away with me and you’ll recover your life. I’ll show you how to take a real rest. Walk with me and work with me—watch how I do it. Learn the unforced rhythms of grace. I won’t lay anything heavy or ill-fitting on you. Keep company with me and you’ll learn to live freely and lightly.”

What a powerful passage. What powerful words. When I am so exhausted, mentally & spiritually, that I cannot seem to function, my Savior gives me rest; gives me grace. A shoulder to lean on, cry on, rest on.

In this verse, I think rest can mean peace too. Because when my soul finds rest, it also finds peace in Him & Him alone. I cannot find that rest through anything, anyone, else. I could search to the ends of the Earth and never find what I can find in one second with Him. & I think that is an important realization. This Earth cannot cure what my Jesus can. This Earth, after all, is not my home.

My mind can be the devils playground if I let it. Allowing thoughts of pity to race through my mind and eventually into my soul. I’m starting to learn that what I think controls what I feel, what I do. So, if I can control the thoughts in my head; I think that means I can learn to control my behavior(feelings) better. If I concentrate on Godly words and actions I seem to be more at peace with everything.

Romans 8:38-29 says, For I am convinced [and continue to be convinced—beyond any doubt] that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor things present andthreatening, nor things to come, nor powers, 39 nor height, nor depth, nor any other created thing, will be able to separate us from the [unlimited] love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.”

Nothing, not drugs, not alcohol, nothing can separate us from His love. So. Much. Love. Sometimes, my small, human self cannot fathom that type of love; that type of Grace.

Oh, Ry. How I wish you could be next to me. How I wish you would still be living life with me. Death is so final. No one tells you that.  That is something that each individual has to face themselves.  I mean I know that death is death. The person is gone. It’s so hard to put into words what I mean. I can literally do nothing to bring you back. I feel so helpless.

I love you, Ryan. I hope you would be proud of me. I live for you. I truly do. I know you would only want the best for me. I am doing my best.

Save a place for me. †

-Chessie

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Author: flyhighryguy

I am sister without her baby brother, learning to live a new life.

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