Grief and Hope?

There are days when life seems really good, the future really bright. I can get excited about little things and just enjoy the moments I have with Claire and Cole. I can actually feel perfectly content and at peace.

Then there are days when I long to hold my baby boy so badly that the tears don't stop. On those days I don't think my heart will ever heal and I don't think that my life will ever be full again. Those days come more often than I would like and they leave me exhausted and broken.

It is so hard to face this loss, to feel its full weight and have to trudge through it. It's hard to praise God when I feel so cheated and empty. But I have to. I have to embrace the grief while keeping God's truth close to my heart. I have to believe that His promise of Eternity is enough, even when I don't feel that it is. And I have to realize that I will never be fully healed on this side of Heaven, and that's ok. Part of my heart is no longer there because I gave it to Matthew and he took it with him when he died. I will always carry this scar, but how I carry it depends on how I let God use it. I can be bitter (which I am many days) or I can embrace my grief and praise God through it.

I ask for prayer as I struggle with balancing grief with hope. I want to "rejoice in all circumstances" but it's harder than I thought it would be.