Taking time out of my ministry and travels in hopes to finish writing this long awaited book! Is it in vain?
It is unbelievable that almost 8 years have passed since Rob's suicidal death. One might presume that the hard tearful grief is over and the time of mourning could be non existent. Not quite...
I have been pouring over written content, attempting to not take things out of timeline or context. In doing so, I feel like someone has put gorilla tape on my scarred wounds, pressed it in place with an iron setting on wool, as if to meld the tape into my very being. In the midst of this grueling experience of rewrites and editing, the revisited pain has been like ripping the gorilla tape, my skin and my heart off of the depths of my soulful emotional being.
But then, this morning I received this from a friend: