Yesterday was an interesting day. At church, all the youth in the ward took over the primary so all the adults could have a combined meeting in the chapel. (Our ward is H.U.G.E.) The bishop had arranged for a counselor from LDS Family Services to come and speak about Suicide and Depression.
It was well timed, considering the loss of one of our former ward members and neighbor. It was a pretty good meeting. There were some helpful things said, but overall, I was just relieved and grateful for our bishop's insight in discussing such a sensitive topic, and being open about it so we all can move forward and heal.
Julie sat by us, and she and I had trouble keeping composure. Bad day to forget tissues...
After that meeting, the other ward was anxious to come in to the chapel for their sacrament meeting. One of my good friends took one look at me and asked, "That must have been some topic! Are you okay?" ANd she opened her arms and hugged me.
I had cried a river during that meeting, and I was exhausted. After church, I came home and took a two-hour nap. I was awoken to find a neighbor in a different ward standing on my porch with homemade hot rolls and jam in hand.
A few hours later, two more dear friends brought plates of goodies.
I know these kindnesses seem so insignificant, but they touch me and feed my soul. My heart has felt so broken since January 14. But God in his mercy, has sent so much generosity my way through caring family members and friends.
I want to do another post when I am not so tired, and journal the many other kindnesses shown to us this past month, but because yesterday was recently difficult, and so many people reached out, I wanted to testify that God notices me. And I love Him.
Incidentally, more bad news from Tropic: the husband of Chrishel's second cousin shot himself over the weekend. His funeral will be later this week. He left behind a wife and 3 young children. I really hope their ward does something similar. I don't know how a community that small can recover from these tragedies so close together, and the vulnerability of the youth would frighten me.
Tim called a few days ago and reported that he survived Valentine's Day. He took red roses to each of Chrishel's sisters. How sweet is that??? I sure look up to him. He doesn't feel too courageous right now, and things are getting harder, but I pray he recognizes how truly good he is.
God is good:)
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