Amazing worship, back porch visits,
flowers remembering the 4 weeks we have missed our son, sun shine with a soft breeze, forts in the back yard. These are the elements of today; of this day of rest.
Cedric was leaving for camp and his brother leaned in the car to give him a hug.
I snapped a picture with that smart phone I desperately never wanted.
This was the last time Cedric saw Elijah.
Who knew how important this picture would become?
The bond is strong.
Their communication needs few words. Sometimes just more floor space to wrestle.
They have an understanding. They are blood. And as they have matured they became friends. They have much in common. . .yet so different.
Now that bond is forever broken.
How does a brother grieve for a brother?
How does a mother help?
I continue to bow my knee in humble submission as I cry out and plead for wisdom.
And I am weary today.
I have cried. I have visited.
I have praised God in worship with my hands held high. . .as tears flowed freely. We held on tight to each other during worship. . .singing the praise that our hearts were created for.
Praise the LORD. How good it is to sing praises to our God,
how pleasant and fitting to praise him!
We were created for praise. Our souls long to give praise to God and to be thankful. Yet at every turn we forget. We get consumed with the daily grind and forget to praise. . . to say thank you. . .to count our blessings even when our hearts break. And it felt good to praise. . .Even when I am worn. And I am worn. I am tired and I am weary.
Even in our grief, there is a yearning to praise. To lift up our hands in surrender to God. He will heal our breaking hearts and he will make a way.