Hear me out.
There are times where I have felt very alone, very isolated, and missing my family. My family composition has changed so dramatically over the last year.
When my wife died (7/19/2021), my best friend died too. That's a lot for a guy to take in.
I felt lost, alone, and dissociated from the internal reality of my grief. I tried on a new life, that God hadn't called me to, one that left me feeling hollow and empty, like an act put on by a burned out actor who lost faith in his craft.
Recently, things have changed. I made bold choices. I went with God. I stepped out of an illusion and fantasy, into actual reality. It wasn't easy, but it was worth it.
I hope you're tracking with me.
Every experience, big and small, is an opportunity for learning, and I seem to learn best in the laboratory of life itself.
Professionally, I've helped hundreds of families over the years walk through grief and bereavement pastorally. I've done so with grace, love, empathy, wisdom, and tenderness.
None of that pastoral experience guided me in my own bereavement. I was lost, angry, and broken. For months I lived as an imposter, locked in a prison of my own making, not God’s creation.
I have come back to life. I've come back from death, God is raising me to a new life and a new life in him.
Even though my amazing daughters have left the nest, and my late wife has graduated to Heaven, it is well with my soul.
I am reconnecting with old friends, and making new friends. I am deeply connected to God. I've connected with my new church and pastor. I'm loving the recovery meetings I'm attending.
So, here is the point:
I no longer feel alone.
Much love to you beloved friends!