*In the wake of the 9 individuals who lost their lives in a plane crash on January 26, 2020, this post is dedicated to those who are still living in the dark, are lost or have lost a loved one, and are struggling to come to terms with their death*
I know what it’s like to be helpless and despondent, sitting in despair, hoping and praying to be saved. I’ve lived in some dangerously low valleys, and there were times I thought I’d drown, because I didn’t have anything or anyone to grab hold to. It was a struggle to stay above water, when I was surrounded by a sea of hurt and pain. I, too, know how you feel. I was literally fighting for survival, while weakened from life’s many torrents. Things became so dark and dreary, that I lost sight of hope, and the light at the end of the tunnel. Although that is in the past, the hurt still lingers on. I’m in a much better place now, but it took me days, weeks, months, and years even, to get where I am.
There are many people going through a pretty rough storm, wondering if they’ll ever see the sun again. Their heart is broken, and the thing that they lost, is the only thing that can mend it again. They’re in agony and pain and too weak to pick themselves up. They need help getting through whatever it is they’re enduring, so don’t walk away, because they’re clinging to you for strength.
Until next time my NOTE takers!
Writefully yours,
Deetra La’Rue
