I was going to say "Happy Thursday to you!" And if you're having a happy Thursday, good for you. In the sense of wishing someone a happy day I suppose I do wish you that. However, I do not mean that I feel happy on this Thursday.
So maybe more like "Thoughtful and introspective Thursday!"
Doesn't sound as nice as "Happy Thursday" but that's okay.
I'm not particularly happy on this Thursday and for fear of tempting you to judge whether or not my reason for not being happy is legitimate or not (some people feel like they have that position, you know) I won't go into the details of why. I will say that I miss somebody today. More than just one; I miss him and his whole family.
Without going into more detail on that, I'll tell you that my heart hurts today. The why is irrelevant for the sake of what I'm trying to say; but it does hurt.
There are at least two kinds of heart hurts I think:
(There is good news though because no matter which way your heart hurts, you will be blessed: "Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted." (Matthew 5:4))
There is the stinging kind where your heart feels like it's bleeding out and may in fact be missing a chamber altogether. It's the heart hurt due to having lost something or someone. You don't go back to the way things were after this kind of pain.
Today, my heart's hurt is of the other variety though; the sweet kind.
I would define the sweet kind as where I miss something but I haven't lost it. I don't have it with me temporarily, but I do have it. It's where something I love is absent but not obliterated. This kind of pain does not impose change to the way things were but gently suggests that you foster an even larger appreciation for what you have by giving you a taste of what life may be like without it.
I realized today while experiencing the latter of the heart hurts that I am thankful for this kind of heart hurt. It sheds light on just how precious said beloved is without the extreme of losing it altogether to make that apparent. It humbles me and reminds me of how big I am blessed (and just in case you were wondering, I am incredibly blessed. Really, like I can hardly believe that it's real sometimes.) It also gives me a chance to find my comfort in Jesus and that will always bless a person.
Let's be honest, I don't like being in pain. I don't think anybody actually does.
But I can definitely find value in this kind of pain, and am in fact thankful for it.
So maybe more like "Thoughtful and introspective Thursday!"
Doesn't sound as nice as "Happy Thursday" but that's okay.
I'm not particularly happy on this Thursday and for fear of tempting you to judge whether or not my reason for not being happy is legitimate or not (some people feel like they have that position, you know) I won't go into the details of why. I will say that I miss somebody today. More than just one; I miss him and his whole family.
Without going into more detail on that, I'll tell you that my heart hurts today. The why is irrelevant for the sake of what I'm trying to say; but it does hurt.
There are at least two kinds of heart hurts I think:
(There is good news though because no matter which way your heart hurts, you will be blessed: "Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted." (Matthew 5:4))
There is the stinging kind where your heart feels like it's bleeding out and may in fact be missing a chamber altogether. It's the heart hurt due to having lost something or someone. You don't go back to the way things were after this kind of pain.
Today, my heart's hurt is of the other variety though; the sweet kind.
I would define the sweet kind as where I miss something but I haven't lost it. I don't have it with me temporarily, but I do have it. It's where something I love is absent but not obliterated. This kind of pain does not impose change to the way things were but gently suggests that you foster an even larger appreciation for what you have by giving you a taste of what life may be like without it.
I realized today while experiencing the latter of the heart hurts that I am thankful for this kind of heart hurt. It sheds light on just how precious said beloved is without the extreme of losing it altogether to make that apparent. It humbles me and reminds me of how big I am blessed (and just in case you were wondering, I am incredibly blessed. Really, like I can hardly believe that it's real sometimes.) It also gives me a chance to find my comfort in Jesus and that will always bless a person.
Let's be honest, I don't like being in pain. I don't think anybody actually does.
But I can definitely find value in this kind of pain, and am in fact thankful for it.