Today is a new day!

Today is a new day. I have to remind myself to stop "shoulding" on myself... I catch myself thinking I "should" be further along in the mourning process of my husband's suicide and death. I "should" not feel relieved that I'm no longer walking on emotional egg shells. I "should" no longer be crying. I "should" not cry in public. I "should" not feel guilty for enjoying life. I "should", I "should", I "should"...  Instead I MUST thank God and praise God and glorify Him in this process of tears of mourning. I must give myself permission to celebrate my life as it is, not filled with "shoulds", but my life as it is, and not look back at the past. I intentionally and purposely choose to live in the now, with my hope in Jesus and all my tomorrows!!!

Yesterday was such a difficult day for me emotionally with mourning my husband's death. Saturday's have been soooo hard for me to bare... That was THE day I found Rob hanging by his neck on the side of my house. It never ceases to amaze me that sometimes something as simple as the flash of a car, the sound of a song, hearing a saxophone play, the smell of Cinnabon and coffee, can remind me of my husband and send me spinning sideways into tears that don't easily stop. But God!!! His goodness His glory and His delight He finds in me. My joy and my delight can only be found in Him!!!

For those of you both close to me and not so close to me, THANK YOU for allowing my tears and NOT telling me to stop crying and giving me permission to feel the pain in your hugs, your silent but meaningful looks, your sometimes hesitant smiles, and yes, even YOUR tears. I know that I am not the only survivor of Rob's suicide. I have the greatest hope that God's glory will somehow prevail through my life and love of Jesus.

Yes today is a new day! I'm finding therapy (as usual) in cooking Indian butter chicken and Tuscan tri tip for the party tomorrow for Cor and Grace Koelewijn! Cooking is my passion, Jesus is my life!

Cleaning the Office

I was attempting to clean out my husbands office today. I haven't really gone in there much since he committed suicide. Please pray for me- I came across a couple of notepads filled with my husband's words of despair and how he felt like such a fraud. My heart is grieved after reading all the words of hopelessness that Rob wrote.

I want to say right here right now, if you are feeling hopeless reach out to someone and tell them how you're feeling so they can pray for you so their prayers can lift you out of that pit When you are unable to climb out of that pit on your own accord. Jesus will be that helping hand. Jesus will be the knot at the end of that rope that you can hold onto. DO NOT LET THE ENEMY WIN THIS BATTLE OR WIN THIS WAR! WE MUST BE VICTORIOUS BY REACHING OUT TO OTHERS IN THE DEEP SADNESS OR DIFFICULTIES OF OUR LIVES!

Uninvited

Today is my late husband's birthday. It is filled with mixed and warring emotions... But I will NOT yield, as I stand on the solid rock of my Father and His promises...


"attempts turning away from and fending off
uninvited unimaginable sadness and anger
become paralyzing parasitical emotions
blurring boundaries truth and trust once gave

somehow in Christ alone, through mercy and grace
I am able to move forward taking back my life
that has been held hostage and ransomed for death
by the suicidal choice to leave the land of the living

and yet the love of my Father God  pervades in this
torn scourged human heart seeking finding hope
that only Christ’s peace can bring in the tempest
of unanswered questions without ever a goodbye"

© Kimberly Anne Wallace 7-19-13

Pictures

My late husband Rob's birthday would have been tomorrow. I appreciate your remembering Rob Wallace well.


"pictures become recluse in hiding
because of the searing pain they brought
upon the aching heart of a child
I wiped away heart wrenching tears
strangely belonging to someone else
somehow comforted that I am not alone
in mourning the ravages of suicide
tears leak out of my heart in rivulets
as mile markers remembering
a birthday that might have been"

© Kimberly Anne Wallace 07-18-13

Castles in the Sand

Thundering echoes of threats
hit my threshold of peace and pain
mixing together like sea water and sand
Each wave new again
yet the rhythm remains the same

Each time the mourning arm of grief
attempts to sabotage moments of joy
I see and hear and feel
my Father’s invitation to redemption
He whispers softly
“Old things are passed away
All things are made new!”

Walking this strange and difficult journey
on the beach of surviving suicide
I discover in this new rising tide
there is the choice to be swallowed up
in the invisible undertow
or surf the wave enjoying the ride

Through His promise and His truth
Each tear is redeemed
Every obstacle becomes an opportunity
Every fear becomes love
and my darkness fades to light

© 07-13-13 Kimberly Anne Wallace

Faithful Father!

Faithful Father

In climbing this tree of life

I aimed for the utmost,

outermost limbs

but then I came

to this place

I could not move up higher

I could not climb back down

Oh Lord

can I trust you

like a child does

its' father?

Though I'm not always sure

of my trust in You-

Ever faithful You are

to catch me

in the dark hardness of my fall

A Father with His child

there You are to catch me

in the hard darkness of my fall

© 1996 Kimberly A. Sweeney, © 2004 Kimberly A. Wallace

Anger and Death

This past Saturday night was the first time since my husband's suicide that I went to a social "event" by myself... I went to Shane Grammer's art show in Roseville and to Ben Woodward's concert in Sacramento! Since Rob's death, any social events that I'd been to, I always went with my "kids" and/or friends. Huge breakthrough!!! Very strange feelings though, to arrive and leave alone...

I've been perplexed at the level of anger towards my late husband, that rises up inside of me. My grief counselor says that I must acknowledge the anger, feel it, then let it go. Easy for her to say!

I find it interesting that I have actually allowed myself to feel the anger and then be intentional about not reacting to the anger and TRULY letting it go. Without Jesus Christ, I KNOW that I would be such a basket case and a puddle of mush, unable to do anything in the emotional state that I have been in. My Heavenly Father has been so faithful to catch me in the dark hardness of my failings...