A Grief Observed

Now is probably not the time for me to begin a new post. Or it very well could be the best time. Mostly I have begun this out of fear of abandoning it for too long…I have been tempted to write a sweet, vague, goodbye for an undetermined amount of time. Alas, I am not saying goodbye…yet.

As a blogger I feel as if we are always writing in a balance of personal and not too personal…Where is the line? Some blogs are addicting because of the writer’s tendency to be  dramatic and post-all about their lives, and then again at times it’s a bit much. The internet, namely social websites and blogs have made it all too easy and oddly tempting to air all your laundry whether dirty, clean, or just out to dry.What are your thoughts? This may be a bit harder for me because as of now my blog is not strictly topic based, instead its more of a following of my life, interests, and concerns.

So here goes some of  my worn out tee shirts on the line…um, drying maybe? Life is so unbelievably unstable. Yeah, I know you can attest to that…and I know I say this about every other post…but for some reason I just can’t get over the insane swing of changes and events. I’m finding more comfort in the reliance I can have on God and a deeper connection with His Spirit. I have never experienced God in this way before…never had to rely on him this much to just get me through a simple day of class and work. The past three months seemed to pass in the present as slow never-ending minutes, but now that I remember them they seem far away memories and accomplishments. In three months I have started a new life, in a new state, new city, new people, new jobs, new church, ever-changing directions, new weather, new lifestyle…at the same time everything is new I have had to maintain old things…my family, friends at home, who I am, my interests, and health. I have been so blessed by every precious memory, experience, display of love, and opportunity. Why should I be so broken and in grief? Yet why should I not let myself fully experience every emotion and depth of soul?

Those who are led by the Spirit of God are sons of God. For you did not receive a spirit that makes you a slave again to fear, but you received the Spirit of sonship. And by him we cry, “Abba, Father” The Spirit himself testifies with our spirit that we are God’s children. Now if we are children, then we are heirs—heirs of God and co-heirs with Christ, if indeed we share in his sufferings in order that we may also share in his glory.

Romans 8

I take such comfort in the fact that by His Spirit, mine cries Abba father.

There is snow everywhere…and I wish I could feel the depth of it’s beauty…I drank Dead River coffee and I wish I could have felt it wash down my throat with the warm memories that it always had. I’m home, in marquette…and for the first time it brings me less than peace.  I will never forget. I will always Love.

Hope this all wasn’t too much, but I guess the clothesline view comes with sharing a backyard.

Just to change the tone I shall leave you with a few politically charged quotes…

” The problem with socialism is that you eventually run out of other people’s money” -Margaret Thatcher

“The inherent vice of capitalism is the unequal sharing of blessings; the inherent virtue of socialism is the equal sharing of miseries.” -Winston Churchill

…Time to start creating some Christmas care boxes…maybe I will some post some pictures later on the process.

Love Always….



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4 responses to “A Grief Observed

  1. Jamie

    Hello, dear Sarah~

    This is a great post.

    You’re grieving and growing and the while the stretch marks of that perhaps aren’t in great bas relief yet, perhaps your skin is being stretched thin and you’re itchy? 🙂

    You have my number, I hope. I would love to take you for some coffee and chat. Let me know if you are up for that and we’ll plan a date.


  2. Jeni Pedzinski

    hmm. On blogging… I think it’s good to consider the boudaries.

    I keep starting to reply and erasing it… I need to think before I leave my thoughts.

    I’m going home to Niles TODAY. Pray for good weather. Love you.

  3. something about this post just makes me want to remind me that how proud I am of the person that you are and are growing to be…

  4. “to remind you…” I meant to say

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