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Matthew 5:4
Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.

Psalm 34:18
The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.
These verses have become more real to me in the last week than I ever knew they could be. I am going to publicly share something here, that maybe some people would say should be kept private and secret. That is why I have decided to share it. I have been wavering back and forth about writing a blog post about it, but decided last night that I should. I asked my parents how much I should let others know, and they told me it is better that people know. Our family has found that keeping suffering and pain quiet only  intensifies the shame and loneliness of it all. Keeping quiet about hardship perpetuates the myth that it is rare and others who suffer through the same pain are alone in it.

In contrast sharing pain and hard experiences opens them up to the light. Letting pain be known opens it up to for others to find comfort in my story, and it opens me up to being comforted by those who care deeply for me. Of huge importance to me, sharing allows others the chance to pray. Putting the pain out in the open also allows others that go through the same experiences in the future to know that others have also tread through those dark valleys. I know that once my own pain has healed this sharing opens me up to having the chance to comfort others suffering similar loss, it kind of makes it known that I'm open to helping others through similar dark moments.

Pain held in secret, stays secret and shameful. Pain put out into the open, into the light shares in the light and love of a community who loves you. Pain shared with the community who loves you, can be used for God’s glory, for healing, for restoration and the building up of the body. Rather than the darker alternative of shame, guilt and loneliness. I realize that different people handle grief differently, and this degree of public sharing probably wouldn’t be appropriate for everyone. For me however, writing is cathartic. Putting my experiences into words and sharing them with others brings meaning to my experiences, and also the sharing allows for everything I mentioned above.

I’m not quite sure how to format this right for blog posts. I realize that just this reflection on the reason I have decided to share this story already fills a full post. I could do a series of posts, but then this introduction would be lost. So perhaps I think I will end up posting these in the opposite order of what I write them, so that it can read more like a story.
*David has also read through all of these posts. I wanted to make sure he is comfortable with everything I share. He has approved it, and said that he only corrected my grammar and run on sentences. I figure my thoughts were probably run on sentences, and grammar was the farthest thing from my mind in the writing. Consider it a sharing of pain, and also a sort of memoir or memorial.
*Reading these posts over again, I see that grammar was not the first thing on David's mind either as there are still a plethora of mistakes. I'm going to leave it that way. Raw and and exactly as we felt it with the grammatical far from our minds!

Donna Mason
01/01/2013 15:40

Anna and David... :*( My heart aches for your loss. I will pray that God's love will surround you and comfort you, as only His can.
"He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds."
You are precious in His sight. (((HUGS))), love and tears,

01/01/2013 17:10

Thanks Donna. I am overwhelmed by the extent of His love and comfort. I do truly feel so blessed in my mourning, in a way I would have never known without the pain.


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