I’m Okay

The words that come from my mouth every time I'm asked how I'm doing are, "I'm okay." That's the thing, I am okay; God is walking with me every step to ensure that I am. He has provided many moments of joy, treasures keeping me going. There are times, however, when I wonder if my response to "how are you doing?" will ever be more than "okay." Will there ever be a time when I can say, "I am absolutely fabutastically superb!" I don't know the answer to this. It's a bit like a piece of jewellery that has become tarnished. It's still in good shape and serviceable but no longer glistening. I don't know if getting the shine back will happen over time or if there is something I should be doing to nurture such a change. I wonder if other bereaved parents have experienced this as well and if so, did they get their sparkle back? In the meantime, I accept being okay, in fact, I'm thankful that I actually am okay. I will take the joyous moments as they come, as the gifts from God that they are and I will keep on stepping forward.