Being Heard

Last night I sat and looked around at all the Christmas decor and felt such loss that Mikael wasn't here to share in it. He would probably have teased me about the number of snow globes! I thought about calling a friend just to talk but you know how that goes; they will probably be busy, I'll be interrupting them, and what would I say anyway. Truthfully, I didn't really want to speak with anyone, I didn't even want to talk to God. The one I wanted to talk to was Mikael and that wasn't possible. And so, I turned to God anyway. I poured my heart out to him. When I was done, I didn't feel less sorrow but I did feel listened to, understood and loved. God is with me, holding on, all the time!