A friend of mine, Patty, gave me a book by Angie Smith (I Will Carry You). I have heard of her through a few different places. She
spoke at last year’s Women of Faith Conference, she has an amazing blog (
) - and now I’m finding out that she is just a freaking amazing woman. I look up to her. She puts words to feelings, thoughts and concepts that not even I can put words to. I find myself reading with a highlighter. (Patty, I’ll buy you a new book haha) I read this book like it’s a textbook of sorts. Teaching me more about life and loss. I highlight the statements that make me say “that’s exactly what I was thinking!” or “I didn’t know that’s what I was feeling … but that’s exactly it!”
Ours stories are so very different. Yet, when I read her words, I understand them. I know what she is talking about. I feel like she is reading what is in my own heart at times.
“I can distinctly remember the way grief and joy danced together as if they had the right to” (page 31) The pain I felt when I was happy that I could hold both of my babies, yet the grief I felt that Owen wasn’t there.
This woman doesn’t know me. She doesn’t know my story. I’m only two chapters into her book. But she is my role model. She has taught me a lot about myself. (and still is teaching me as I continue to read her words) Funny how writing can have such an impact. How black and white words on a page can change your entire perspective on life.
God is good.