The little things

We were talking last night about how I'm starting to worry that people are ready for us to be done now - finished grieving, getting back to normal, all that kind of stuff. Its funny how I can be so hard on myself - today at work, a dear co-worker asked me how I was doing. At first I was torn between saying the usual 'ok' and saying how much I was hurting - but something in the eyes told me it was a real question. We talked about how hard it was, and I shared my fear that maybe folks were ready for me to be done and get over this - and I was assured that no one thought that at all and that it was inconceivable that anyone would; that it was a terrible loss, but that sometimes people weren't sure it was ok to talk about it, and as we spoke I saw tears start to well up in those eyes. I said I would always be happy to talk about it - and was glad that people felt that way (of course, not glad that they were sad - but that they acknowledge the loss as well), and that they still were able to grieve in some ways with us. And yes, it was wonderful to talk about it with someone who truly cared.

God is faithful in the little things - it was just what I needed to get through the day. I always have loved Mindy Smiths album "One Moment More" - and from 'Down in Flames' she sings:

It's the little things that seem to be saving me today, yeah
Life's so hard
And I'm doing what I can
Oh, yeah, I'm doing what I can
Hey, I'm doing what I can
Going down in flames
Going down in flames

The little things often are not so little after all....