It was one of those days. A date on the calendar. For most, just a date. For me, an anniversary. A painful one.
Dreams shattered.
Life swirling around despite it.
Holding to Jesus. Desperately clinging to Him.
A heart and body wounded, never to be the same.
New questions. A paradigm shift.
A fresh sensitivity inward. Someday to turn outward and hold others in a similar place.
We all have them. Quiet anniversaries. Sacred. Shared with few. Life hurts that remain quietly remembered.
Walking wounded all. Feeling so very alone.
And yet not. Others have tread these familiar paths, so new to us, so unreal.
Death of a loved one. Job loss. Diagnosis. Car accident. Miscarriage. Relationship destroyed. Betrayal. Devastating confession. And so many more.
It is good for me to remember dates like these. They remind me that we all carry heart hurts. And most often we do not know the significant dates on someone else’s calendar. They may need some extra grace, a smile, a kind word. Things that cost me so little time, such small effort. Being Jesus’ hands and feet. Bringing some Barnabas encouragement.
More than just a date on the calendar…
abiding one 