Making a positive difference in the world.

I read on Facebook about an innocent child who was very sick and the parents were praying for a positive outcome. 

My heart ached. 

I caught myself wanting to quickly skip to the next post. I forced myself to write a loving and encouraging comment. 

But I noticed I could not be present to their experience. 

My pain from my own loss is still too great. 

It is too vulnerable to stand with this family, even from a distant. 

I immediately went for a walk to the ocean - my solace. 

I cried.

I cried for this child. 

I cried for this child's family. 

I cried for my loss. 

I cried for Kenny's loss

I cried for Brian's unrealized dreams as a father. 

I prayed for this family. 

I also prayed to have the strength to continue to heal from the inside out. 

I prayed to have the courage to do what I need to do to fully heal from the traumatic loss I have experienced. 

I know when I heal, when I feel whole I am capable to be there fully for others. 

What if the only thing we need to do to create positive change in the world is to commit to our own personal healing?