Musings The Spirit Will Tell Us
10.24.22
I was playing a different set of music for my grandson as he naps. He falls asleep to the Chicks. He loves them and usually puts his arms up in touchdown joy when he hears them start singing.
I started playing him some other music I like, James Taylor, Carole King, Jerry Jeff Walker, Willie, the Judds, Wynonna.
I was reading about the Judds as I strolled through the listings. There were articles about Naomi and how she died. About her daughters at the Country Music Hall of Fame induction. She died the day before.
I read the words that were spoken. But two parts stick with me. Wynonna said describing her Mom… So Broken, So Blessed.
The next comment was from a woman who wrote, Kristen Corridor.
“I lost my sister to an overdose 3. Years ago. It was the most tragic life event
I have every experienced. I am still broken and will never be the same person
I was before her death. I feel Wynonna and Ashley’s pain so vividly…
that raw pain and brokenness that doesn’t mend. It just becomes an ever present part of my life that never goes away.My love and condolences to the girls, Larry, and Naomi’s grandchildren. I pray for a peace that only the Lord can give. Rest easy sweet Naomi, as you look in the face of Jesus,
and feel the healing only He can provide
Then I began to think how someone’s frustration with me may be a displacement of grief. You would think somehow that one would want to be closer to those around her instead of wanting to distance one’s self from others. I know we can’t see into someone’s psyche, but we can find some better way to deal with unresolved grief.
The Spirit Will Tell You 