I have a dream. It's a dream that's been growing bigger in my mind over the past few weeks. It's a dream that may never happen, but it's something that would fulfill a deep need for me.
You see, through blogging I have "met" some of the most amazing women. Women who like me, are suffering through the loss of their baby. Most of them are still in the first six months of their grief, just like me. They live in places like Michigan, Maine, Oklahoma, Oregon, California, and even right here in Minnesota. They have become close friends through phone calls, conversations on Facebook, and the comments we write back and forth on each other's blogs. Many of them share my faith and all of them share my pain.
My dream is to get together with all these women for a long weekend. I envision this happening at my home. I would lovingly kick my husband and kids out for the weekend and welcome each of these women with a hug as they arrive. They'd each bring the necessities: a box of kleenex, their favorite comfort food, and pictures and mementos of their child. We'd spend the weekend crying, sharing, comforting, eating, praying and hopefully laughing some too. We would talk about our children and our lives. We'd share feelings that we haven't been able to voice to those who are not grieving. We would rejoice in our children's happiness and wholeness in Heaven, despite our constantly missing them. We'd all walk away from the weekend feeling tired, but refreshed and renewed, knowing that the friendships we had cemented would last forever. We'd know that despite how life changes and how many years go by we'd always have a connection.
This is my dream. What do you think gals?
Oh, and don't forget to bring clothes you can paint in. Just kidding.
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