Hi There, I'm Abby
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If you're hurting and don't know how you're going to make it through one more day, then please accept my awkward, too hard virtual hug.
I've been there... oh, how I've been there.
October 13, 2006, started out a perfect day. My husband, Rick, and daughter, Macy, headed out that morning to school and work. Caleb, my two-and-a-half week old son, and I snuggled in for a day of newborn and mom bonding time.
Around 4 o'clock Macy came bounding through the door exclaiming, "This is the best day of my life!" She went on to tell me all about her adventures climbing in a real-life fire truck as it had been fire safety week.
Her excitement continued as she let me know that McGwire said hello to her by name. (There may have been a bit of swooning.) She then drew a picture of two of them riding in a carriage with crowns.
Throughout the day I had had tightness in my chest which became progressively more painful.
Rick and I decided it would be irresponsible to take any chances so we decided I would go to the emergency room (it was Friday at 4 pm by now) to get checked out.
Rick would take Macy to open gym and bring Caleb along as it would be far too dangerous to expose him to germs at the ER.
While in the waiting room, I called Rick to see how things were going.
I called again.
After the fifth try, panic began to set in, and I left the ER, without being examined, to find my family.
About three miles from our house, I saw a barrage of flashing red and blue lights.
My fears were confirmed. There had been a wreck.
In my worst nightmare, I could not have imagined what would soon be my reality.
"We've found no survivors."
Those were the words I heard from the devastated state trooper as I was standing on the side of the road.
And just like that, in the blink of an eye, life as I knew it was no more.
Maybe that's where you are today. Maybe you are grieving the life you had or thought you would have.
Devastating pain isn't limited to the death of loved ones. Pain comes in a multitude of packages... divorce, infertility, domestic abuse, the list goes on and on... and it hurts the same.
If you find yourself in a place of devastation, and you don't want to stay there, you're in the right place.
Here's the thing. I can't carry your pain for you. I can't carry my own pain. I have to give my pain to the Lord every.single.day. And that's what I want to help you do too... even if you're mad at God... even if your faith is rocked... even if it makes you mad at me for a minute.
Think of me as tough love with a hug.
Grief is a brutal journey, and I won't sugar coat it. I will always tell you the truth... even when I know it's hard to hear.
Putting on a happy face and pretending everything is okay isn't going to help you. Instead of faking it, let's walk the hard road to healing.
I'm not a counselor nor do I want to be. I'm just a fellow griever who has made it through to the other side by the grace of God.
I desperately want the same for you.
If you've made it this far... wow! Thank you.
I'd love for you to "meet" my family, and see my new "family" today.
Five years after the wreck I remarried.
That's a miracle.
There was much healing that had to be done before I could truly love again.
Holding your virtual hand and helping you get through the hard places is my heart's desire. In the coming months and years, my prayer is threefold:
1. You know that you will be okay
2. You know it's okay to be okay
3. You'll be equipped to be okay.
My life far surpasses anything I thought possible on October 13, 2006. And for that I am very grateful.
But the best part? Your life can surpass what you think possible too.
I'm blogging with several friends at Rock This Revival, and I would love for you to join me there!