Picking up the pieces through grace

I was wondering why I had felt so dysfunctional for the past few days with work, and living life in general. It felt like an overcast over my soul. Today was much better, and in the morning I was able to get some work done. But still not all. Then last evening, I sat at the study and suddenly saw the ultrasound of our child whom we lost on the notice board. Immediately tears came and I realised that the pain of loss was still fresh. Recovery is still in process. Noticing such things probably helps - hopefully these seasons will be filled consciously with new good memories.

Little boy who had just climbed unto my lap then looked up; stared as if to register what he was seeing was true - and said, Don't cry. (It was somewhat shocking because this is probably the first time he spoke a completely coherent sentence. Normally it would be peppered with baby words, eg: May wada wada WATER pis?!? It means, may I have some water please? If I was too deep in thoughts while working, I would shortly find a little cup shoved into my hand. "Bisquit!" is another word I heard recently in his vocabulary. He will run to the kitchen, point to the top of the fridge and call out, Bisquit! Bisquit. (He accidentally saw a pack that I hid there once).

Life is still going on. Filled with constant learning and growth. In good times and in tough times, I am grateful God has chosen to be good to all of us. Ho Theos agathos.