Struck down but not destroyed

Oh Jackie, it hurts so much. I miss you, honey. It hurts. Ou, Ou. I love you. I miss you. I miss you. I love you. Oh Sweetie. Everything is the way it is suppose to be but I still miss you soooo much! Ou. Ou. I want to touch you. Hold you. Rub the back of your neck. Comfort you. Pray with you. I miss you soooo much.

Death in the Lord is a good thing. I would go absolutely crazy if I did not know that you were with the Lord and that we are still one in the Lord. How do people go through this without the Lord? I can’t imagine. I love you, honey. I miss you soooo much.

It hurts but we do not mourn like the world mourns. We have hope and we have a peace not like the world gives.

I feel wounded, struck down, alone and yet I am not destroyed. I will survive. Paul put it this way:

"We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed" (2 Corinthians 4:8-9).

Lord, this loss seems at times unbearable, especially tonight, but it has not crushed me. At times, I can’t even make a decision, I don’t want to go on and I am utterly overwhelmed, but I have not given up. My pain and my loss are always present, but so are You. I have suffered a powerful blow, a tremendous loss, but I am not destroyed. Amen.