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:
"Good Morning Kimberly,
My cousin posted his 19 year old son committed suicide just 2 months ago and his folks found him. So tragic, so sad, such a loss of his potential.
It was devastating. He dealt with a chemical imbalance, but seemed to have things under control. I just hate Satan and how he lies. I told my cousin about your experience and your book and they said they want a copy. Your pain will bring comfort and healing. God bless you as you continue on this journey to help heal others.
Of course I thought of you and this blog is so good.
Be encouraged to finish your book. Sadly there are too many families who need to hear your words.
Thinking of you today.
Praying for you today."
And so my spirit's consensus is that I MUST push through, slog on and complete this writing...
