Oh--those easy to espouse words--


Sage words of advice--always uttered for the good of us.

WHY, YES!  I will just jump that hurdle and get over it!  Never mind that on my BEST day--I am not sure I could have hurdle jumped.  Something about my co-ordination or lack thereof might have come into play.  And at this stage of the game--I have hips that would scream if I tried to throw my leg over the top of that bar.  I certainly will take into consideration your good advice though--to just get over it.  Even if it means falling flat on my face--yet again.

It seems instead of being a hurdle jumping specialist, I am rather a face planting genius.  Every single time I think---I have done it---I finally am over that hurdle----a toe grazes the bar as I slowly ease over and 


my nose is buried two inches in the mire of Why?

Many of you understand of what I speak----the loss of a spouse, friend, parent, sibling, or worst of all-a child.  The rug being swept out from under you from a life altering--mind boggling occurrence.  Some things in life are impossible to---just get over.

The fact remains---life does go on---and it is our choice to go on with it or stay stuck in the rut of our grief.  I recently told someone, the pain is numbed but I am not sure how you get over it.  BUT I have gone on--moved forward--dealt with it--taken the next step---all those platitudes of survival.  But the truth of the matter is I have given up jumping the "over it "hurdle---if it happens--I will rejoice--but I am not concentrating on how to get over it----rather I am concentrating on how to make the most of today while "it" lurks in the background.

You do not get over loss--you learn to accept it--and continue to trek the path God places before you every day.  Most days the sun shines and the path is filled with love and laughter---but then there are days--the clouds creep up and sorrow rains down-yet again.  Those rainy days have become a prelude to the assurance of the sunny days to come---for as sure as the rain does fall--so will the sun shine-yet again.

But for me it is good to be near God; I have made the Lord God my refuge, that I may tell of all your works.
Psalms 73:28


  1. My favorite saying is, "Build a bridge, get over it, if not, then you get left behind." I am not one to wallow in defeat or whatever, however, I certainty can understand where your coming from. I do at times (cough cough) get on a pity trip...however, I am ever so gently reminded form the good Lord of my favorite saying....

    Thanks Lulu---you are always a shining example of good thought. Blessings

    1. And we are OFF to a new day---and looking for the joy in that day---while moving ahead!
      Blessings, Sweet Friend!

  2. "You do not get over loss--you learn to accept it--and continue to trek the path God places before you every day." These are the wisest words I have read for a long time, Lulu. Thanx.

    When we are hurt, or suffer loss, the pain remains for a very long time if not for ever. Sometimes we try, and succeed, to forgive the one who hurts us. Sometimes we find it very difficult to forgive. But we never, if seldom, forget. Let our reminders of the hurts done to us, or the losses we have suffered, be another opportunity to forgive yet again.

    When Christ looks at the scars on His hands and feet and on His side, He remembers again, and forgives once more.

    God bless you.

    1. God is teaching me--each and everyday, Victor--and I am moving forward and seeking His will!
      Blessings On You This Day, Friend!

  3. Sigh ... don't you hate those platitudes that leave us feeling unheard, less than, or stupid.

    Hard to find is someone who speaks gentle truths we need to hear but in ways that are sensitive and respectful.

    Meanwhile, while you were on break, I created a new website, Lulu ... I hope you'll come and visit soon!

    1. I had lost you--thank you for pointing me to the way!!!
      Blessings, Dear Friend!

  4. "You do not get over loss--you learn to accept it ..." Boy, did you hit the nail on the head. I've had to learn that little lesson starting at the ripe old age of 10 years when my mother died and my father tore up his parent card. It's been a lonely trek at times, but I've managed, thanks to God's mercy and the love of Jesus Christ.
    Another excellent post. Hope your day is blessed too. ~:)

    1. Such a comfort to know He has been ever faithful---even when man failed you!
      Blessings, Friend!


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