It is right around the corner…that day where the world goes all soft and happily Hallmark on us and we don’t have a date. The first Valentine’s Day after Mr. Virgo died was brutal. It was just a month before the one year angelversary and my heart was feeling everything. The fuzzy gauze of that first year of grief was beginning to lift making everything worse. Those feelings of loneliness, abandonment… of being glaringly alone without my Valentine caused a lot of bad words to fall out of my face.

I’ve been reading some wonderful writers the last couple of days. One in particular I’d like to share with you today. Mark Liebenow speaks of cursing and grief….something I have had a great deal of experience with. Letting our grief out, giving it a voice, is a necessary process toward healing, something I read by Rachel Stephensen.

I stood on mountain tops, beating my chest, my head thrown back, my gut wrenching sobs keening on the early summer breeze. I won’t go on…I’ll leave you to read this timely post as I’m sure there are more here than me that can peel the wallpaper off the walls, cussing a blue streak.

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❤️

“Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you.”

1 Peter 5:7 NIV

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