Thank you, thank you, thank you. Every one of you said something that comforted me, and inspired me. Here are the thoughts that came to me as I was reading your responses (a rough draft only):

Lemon Aid

When life gives you lemons, make lemonade:
Well, I’ve tried, but you should just taste what I’ve made!
It’s bitter and sour and nasty old stuff,
That I just cannot seem to make sweet enough.
I take those old lemons of heartache and pain,
And start in to squeeze them as hard as I can.
I then add some water and lots of fresh ice,
And sugar–one cup or two should suffice.
I taste, make a face, add more sugar, then test,
But now all I have is a thick, gooey mess.

When giving out lemons, life doesn’t loft
A nice piece of fruit that’s pleasant and soft;
The lemon you use to make lemonade
Comes at you hard, like a yellow grenade.
To soften that lemon, you first grieve and cry,
Then offer it up. As hard as you try,
You’ll never make lemons into lemonade
Unless you seek help; you could say “lemon aid”.
You can pound on those lemons day after day,
Put on a fake smile, say “Hey, it’s okay!
I’m fine! It’s all good! I can do this alone!”
And a pile of mashed lemons is left when you’re done.
Give God the lemons, the sorrows, the fears,
And He’ll make the lemonade with your tears.