Honey isn't necessarily my most favorite thing. I like it mixed with butter for rolls and I love it in tea when I have a sore throat. I have kept this jar and held it back as much as possible. I have even prayed that it would never run out. It is though. In fact the jar is nearly empty and even as I type that my heart aches.
My girls have been sick over the past two weeks and so we have made a lot of tea and used the remainder of the jar of honey. As I scoop up a spoonful for their cups, I talk it out, "It is ok Rose, this isn't what you are really missing. Let it go." And I will, I know.
It disappearing is just another part of what once was, still slipping away.
See it isn't about the honey really. It is about what it means, or rather where it came from. It was given to me by my mom and it belonged to my brother. So it is like a piece of him that I still have had. We would talk about teas and make a cup when he would visit. And so my heart grieves some more as the last bit of his honey is being used up. He would have used it up months ago- he didn't savor things for later.
Though I would never have thought a jar of honey could be so valuable to me, I have to say with tears in my eyes and a lump in my throat- it has been a prized thing in my home and this week it will be in the trash- empty and no more.
In all my self-talk to help me through the down moments, and my silly attachment to a honey jar,the truth of it all is- I just miss him so much. I know so many of you have someone you miss too. Praying God's healing hands on our hearts today.
