Hold Fast
As a Mental Health Professional, I have found there is such a healing power found in nature, using relaxation and meditation techniques, reading, and surrounding yourself with supportive people. There is absolutely no one who has ever lived life untouched by sorrow or depression. Some struggle much more than others. One thing I hear over and over again from clients I have worked with is the encouragement and hope they feel and experience when they realize they are not alone. Eleven months ago, my 25 year old son who was a police officer was tragically killed in an automobile accident. My father died three days later. Through it all, I have literally "clung" to my faith. There have been days I have struggled to just barely hold on...it was during this time this poem came to me. Thought I'd share it here and hope it brings you some kind of peace and comfort for those dark times. Stumbling across GTD a couple of months ago has been a Godsend. My faith hasn't been shaken, but I have never felt so out of control across every area of my life. I needed something simple, practicle, and doable to get my life back in order. Still working on my runway...but I know my plane is gonna fly soon. All of you in the forum have help put the wind back in my sails...thank you.
(Note: There is an Angel painting I did when I wrote this poem. The strange thing is that I'm not an artist and have never painted in my life. The file is too large to attach here but I'd be happy to send it via email for anyone who needs an Angel today.)
Truly blessed,
Stacey
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As a Mental Health Professional, I have found there is such a healing power found in nature, using relaxation and meditation techniques, reading, and surrounding yourself with supportive people. There is absolutely no one who has ever lived life untouched by sorrow or depression. Some struggle much more than others. One thing I hear over and over again from clients I have worked with is the encouragement and hope they feel and experience when they realize they are not alone. Eleven months ago, my 25 year old son who was a police officer was tragically killed in an automobile accident. My father died three days later. Through it all, I have literally "clung" to my faith. There have been days I have struggled to just barely hold on...it was during this time this poem came to me. Thought I'd share it here and hope it brings you some kind of peace and comfort for those dark times. Stumbling across GTD a couple of months ago has been a Godsend. My faith hasn't been shaken, but I have never felt so out of control across every area of my life. I needed something simple, practicle, and doable to get my life back in order. Still working on my runway...but I know my plane is gonna fly soon. All of you in the forum have help put the wind back in my sails...thank you.
(Note: There is an Angel painting I did when I wrote this poem. The strange thing is that I'm not an artist and have never painted in my life. The file is too large to attach here but I'd be happy to send it via email for anyone who needs an Angel today.)
Truly blessed,
Stacey
Attached files image_183.doc (19.5 KB)