{"id":7377,"date":"2018-02-04T20:05:57","date_gmt":"2018-02-04T20:05:57","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/wakinguprevolution.com\/?p=1072"},"modified":"2018-02-04T20:05:57","modified_gmt":"2018-02-04T20:05:57","slug":"tidal-waves-and-storms-and-getting-through-them","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/tatianacameron.com\/dev\/tidal-waves-and-storms-and-getting-through-them\/","title":{"rendered":"Tidal Waves and Storms\u2026 and Getting Through Them"},"content":{"rendered":"

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I drove to Cincinnati\u00a0on a Wednesday<\/span><\/span>\u00a0morning to see my dear friend Linda, who has been battling cancer for many years. (Please say a healing prayer for her.)<\/span><\/p>\n

I arrived in Cincinnati late afternoon. Before heading to Linda\u2019s, I stopped by our family\u2019s old house and cried a river of tears over a life that was behind me.<\/span><\/p>\n

Every single memory of my boys playing there, laughing and climbing on trees and pantry shelves; of my husband Matthew and me working on the house, booking concerts; of sharing meals and drinks with our musicians and friends before departing on tours; of arguments and frustrations, of tears and kisses \u2013 every single memory flashed by in my head at the speed of thought (which must be faster than the speed of light because I stood there for only a few seconds). Then it all crashed into my heart, awakening grief. I broke down and cried for a while. . . . Then I took a few breaths and stopped my thoughts from dragging me down into a place of despair.<\/span><\/p>\n

I knew I had to move through this grief. I had gone to Cincinnati to see Linda, to give her a hug and to hold her hand for a short while.<\/span><\/p>\n

So, I paused and intentionally silenced the thoughts that were feeding my grief.<\/span><\/p>\n

Instead of thinking thoughts of how Matthew was not there with me to share these memories, I said,\u00a0\u201cThank you, Matthew, for living them with me.\u201d<\/i>\u00a0Instead of thinking how I missed having little toddlers around, I said,\u00a0\u201cI\u2019m so grateful for who my boys are today.\u201d<\/i>\u00a0Instead of thinking about how much suffering Matthew had endured, and instead of reliving my own anxiety and feeling of helplessness, I whispered:\u00a0\u201cYou are free of all pain and fear.\u201d<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

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I sang for Linda and held her hand. She smiled peacefully and gave me a thumbs-up when I said I\u2019d stop by again in a few weeks.<\/span><\/p>\n

I drove back to Nashville that same evening and collapsed into bed.<\/span><\/p>\n

Although I was exhausted, I lay awake for a long time.<\/span><\/p>\n

I couldn\u2019t change the fact that Matthew would never be sleeping next to me again. I couldn\u2019t make Linda\u2019s path any easier. . . . I couldn\u2019t know what lies ahead\u2026<\/span><\/p>\n

My only choice was to either let pain and fear crush me like a 30-foot tidal wave and drown in my own tears, or I could let them pass through me like a storm.<\/span><\/p>\n

And the next day? Well, after going through a storm, one must recover. So, I stayed in bed. (Thank God for my mom being around and my job being flexible!)<\/span><\/p>\n

\u2014<\/span><\/p>\n

No matter what is going on in your life right now, breathe through it. . . .<\/span><\/p>\n

Stop the thoughts that drag you deeper into despair and darkness and, instead, think ones that give you strength. (It\u2019s really just a different way of saying, \u201cLook for a silver lining,\u201d or \u201cKeep your eyes on God.\u201d)<\/span><\/p>\n

And allow yourself to heal after a storm\u2026<\/span><\/p>\n

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With love and gratitude,<\/span><\/p>\n

Tatiana \u2018Tajci\u2019 Cameron<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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