I realize that my grief is not unique. Yet, it is real.
I helped raise my sister who passed recently. I grew up in a highly dysfunctional household where my responsibilities were needed. But it wasn’t always.
God allowed us to have a stepfather albeit he was an alcoholic. At least he worked and provided the necessities for us. We had extended family that helped and love in more ways than can be understood.
Our lives were sprinkled with God’s goodness. I leave it Your ever capable hands to help us out of this season of despair. Lord, please pour your goodness in our lives so that we know You are ever present.