Ask the Author: Lora Jones
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Lora Jones
My heart longs for others to find hope in their own stories. For me, writing is one of the tools I use to help people find the answers they are looking for. I wrote my own story in order to help lead others to hope in God, regardless of their circumstances.
Lora Jones
Thank you for your question Leslie. I read it, sat back in my chair, and thought awhile.
My pain ebbs and flows. Certain times of the year are always more difficult.
During the month of November, my thoughts always review the night of the accident. The images replay in my mind without permission. It usually helps to give permission for awhile, and let my body remember and grieve.
The month of May is also difficult. My son's birthday, our wedding anniversary and Mother's Day, are always only a few days apart. I think Mother's Day is the most difficult for me. Every year I try to make it more about my mother, or about my adopted daughter, but my heart just won't let me. It just hurts.
The rest of the year is better. Most days when something brings them to mind, I can pause and remember with a smile. I might think about what they would have said/done in the situation I am in - or I might remember something from the past. I miss them dearly, but I have hope.
Several years ago I stood at the ocean with a friend. She watched the tide lap at our feet and she said, "Grief is like the ocean. Sometimes it just gently laps at your toes, and sometimes it knocks you over with a tidal wave." Yep. She's right.
My pain ebbs and flows. Certain times of the year are always more difficult.
During the month of November, my thoughts always review the night of the accident. The images replay in my mind without permission. It usually helps to give permission for awhile, and let my body remember and grieve.
The month of May is also difficult. My son's birthday, our wedding anniversary and Mother's Day, are always only a few days apart. I think Mother's Day is the most difficult for me. Every year I try to make it more about my mother, or about my adopted daughter, but my heart just won't let me. It just hurts.
The rest of the year is better. Most days when something brings them to mind, I can pause and remember with a smile. I might think about what they would have said/done in the situation I am in - or I might remember something from the past. I miss them dearly, but I have hope.
Several years ago I stood at the ocean with a friend. She watched the tide lap at our feet and she said, "Grief is like the ocean. Sometimes it just gently laps at your toes, and sometimes it knocks you over with a tidal wave." Yep. She's right.
Lora Jones
Someone asked me, after the accident, if I was going to continue to believe in God. As I pondered their question, I considered the consequences of leaving my faith. If I chose to quit believing in God, then that would mean I believed there is no life after this one and no God who cared. That would mean I will never see my family again, and there’s no God to help me make it through life without them.
It scared me to death.
I chose to continue to believe in my God, and cling to Him. He did not disappoint me.
It scared me to death.
I chose to continue to believe in my God, and cling to Him. He did not disappoint me.
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