Restoring my soul.

I wish I could say I am the consistent type, it’s obvious, even with the best of intentions this blog is the last thought.

After writing last time about my dad’s passing in March of 23, God decided I needed my faith challenged even more. My mum was suffering from Multiple Myaloma Cancer, a terminal blood cancer. I had the privilege of taking her on her last holiday, back to the town she grew up in. Where she was able to connect and re connect with all of her siblings and her school friends. It was a lovely time and I know she loved every minute of it. That was in late October 2023. Sadly, after we returned home, she suffered several set backs and spent a lot of time in the hospital.

Then in July 2024, I received the phone call from my brother that after a suffering with a short viral illness, my mum had gone home to God. Her struggle and her suffering ended, she would be reunited with my dad and all of the family that had gone before her.

Even though I knew the time was coming, I didn’t expect that I would be hit so hard with grief that literally knocked me out of the game. I didn’t think I could feel any worse after dad passed. However losing mum hit differently and altered my DNA. It has been over 6 months now since she’s been gone and the tears still flow freely. There are days where I have no energy to move off the couch. On these days I allow myself rest and recuperation. These are the days where I feel God’s hand on my shoulder and his presence in my heart.

Slowly, there are more days where I am energised and productive than there are not. I thank God everyday for carrying me through this desert of pain and loss and anger and hurt. I have not run from Him this time, but leaned into his Grace. He is my rock and my shelter, my strength and my shield, my comfort, my healing and my Lord.

So please forgive my absence and my tardiness – I have a new path and a new guide and I am taking some time to work out my plan for the future.

May God bless you and your family.