Do you believe we can receive signs from our loved ones?  I do.

Some may say I’m doing a bit of reaching on this. Maybe. But if we can find something – anything – that helps us navigate through our loss, to help ease some of the pain, then why not grab it?

After Vern died ‘hearts’ would appear unexpectedly – in rocks, shells, leaves – and they were such a lovely comfort for my broken heart. Vern has been gone 15 years now and while I don’t see them as often, when they do appear they are such a beautiful gift. A reminder of our love. Of our life together.

Donna Ashworth, a favorite author of mine, is posting an advent calendar-style message on her social media each day this month and they have really spoken to me. This one was the reminder I needed …

 

 

So now, 11 weeks since Jim died, these words remind me to look for those whispers from him, too. I need them. It’s been a hard week – sleepless nights, disappointments, overwhelm. But sprinkled amongst all of the hard stuff were some beautiful words of comfort and love shared from friends. Those are the things I’m trying to focus on. And then I found a feather in our backyard yesterday but didn’t initially make any connection. Perhaps feathers are my messages from Jim. A new chapter. I’ll pay more attention now.

They were here.

They are there.

They are beautiful. And they are Enough.