I really do know it is silly. I feel silly.
A picture of a child, I used to see 3 days a week and haven't seen for months alongside a letter of thanks to my friend who is loved and highly regarded by others.
Her lovely Dad is very sensitive and a good friend to me. I wonder if that's why he added "children workers past and present". Perhaps he realised the impact of that picture would have on me. Or perhaps he didn't mean me at all.
That's what I am. Past. Six months is more than a break. Six months is a definite end.
I can't just "park" this. This is grief. Grief for my role, grief for the children, grief for my friend and grief for the lost sense of belonging. Perhaps time will be a healer. It seems to be a bit of an impasse. Nobody can talk to me until I am better and show it by coming back. I don't feel better or able to come back because nobody can talk to me.
I know these silly little things don't and shouldn't matter. I don't need to be told that and reprimanded. They do matter to me and I beat myself enough about it. I do think that perhaps people could reflect how they may view things in my situation. You have claimed it would have no effect, that you would cling to God and know your worth. Your world would not be shaken. Really? If the job you did most days, children who you care for like family, friends you talk to several times a day and the fellowship and encouragement from other christians was suddenly pulled from underneath you that you would not find yourself despairing, sad or even angry.
Yes I know we should praise God in all situations. I try. I would argue that loss would hit you how it hit me and you would question your usefulness and even your very character under criticism and following rejection. Understanding the reasons why helps a little. I do understand, I really do, even if I believe there were alternatives. It doesn't change the loss of so many things having a profound effect on me. Something that has never really been accepted. I am not angry so much at you but the situation and the insinuations that this is an unreasonable response.
Pretty much exactly 5 months after my last church attendance I returned today. Since my last time I had only seen 3 people from the congregation face to face. People who live in my town. Who I've seen at least twice a week for years, I'd seen so few of them. Children had grown. Newborn babies now starting to move. Barely bumps now earth side. There were a few new faces too. We decided to go today because we had been invited for Sunday lunch by a couple from church. The sweet, kind hearted, godly doctor who was on duty the weekend I was first taken to hospital. I didn't give myself a choice this morning. I'd set up an excuse not to go for lunch already. Our car was broken. It was true, it was, but I knew it would be fixed in time to go. So I got up and we went. I'd spoken with my counsellor about not feeling it was my home any longer. That I wasn't part of the fellowship anymore. That physically I didn't know where to sit. Our usual seats, middle,front, with ...
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