Memories: A Message For The Broken.

Memories: A Message For The Broken.

Today, as I was making supper I started thinking back on my childhood. I’m not really sure why the memories came flooding to my mind but they did.

The first thing that I began thinking about was my uncle Gearl (one of my dad’s brothers). I can still remember how he smelt, how he always had snack cakes in the back seat of his vehicle, how he collected teddy bears just so he could give them to me as gifts when I came to visit. I remember how he was the first person that taught me that I had 10 fingers and 10 toes and how to open my pop can with a spoon or fork because I wasn’t strong enough to open it with my finger.

I also began thinking about my mommy. The fun times we had together, how her cooking smelled and the smell of Snuggle fabric softner on her sheets and blankets. I remember when she would sing me to sleep at night and the song “Hush Little Baby” always made me cry when she sang it to me.

Memories that I have of people that are gone from this world will forever be with me.

Over the past month so many people have lost their loved ones. So many people are leaving this world. It is happening more than ever before, it seems anyways. I find myself looking to the sky so often, wondering if it’s almost time.

I worry over my salvation and I wonder if others worry too. I wonder if the losses they have went through has made then realize that it’s time to fight harder than ever for salvation.

Signs are everywhere. Even if you aren’t a Christian – pick up a bible and read it just for the knowledge. You will find that everything it speaks of is slowly coming to pass. I can honestly say that I never imagined I’d see the things I’ve seen or go through the things I’ve went through in my lifetime. More is coming, this is just the beginning.

While I stand firm on my Christian beliefs, that really wasn’t the point of this post.

My true point of this post is:

I know we are all hurting. I know we are scared and the pain that we are enduring is almost more than we can handle. Some of us are breaking down and hiding it and others have just locked themselves inside their homes in hopes to find safety.

My heart breaks for the broken. My heart breaks for those who are going through the grieving part of losing someone. I wish I could provide comfort by saying it will get better but I can’t.

When I lost my mom I realized that all the times that I told others “it’s gonna get better” after they lost someone was a complete lie. It never really gets better, you just learn to cope enough to keep yourself going.

My heart and prayers goes out to the world and to the ones suffering the most, to the ones that are scared and broken hearted right now – my prayers are with you.

As for me, I hope so greatly that someday I will see my mommy again. I hope that for just a brief moment we can know each other and I can hug her one more time and tell her that I love her. I hope the same for you, that someday you can be reunited in Heaven with the people that you have lost.

May God bless each and every one of you. Stay strong, I’m praying for you.

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