She hugs me tight and we cry.
She so young, with babies growing. Together we share the silent pain of miscarriages, me but one. . .she many. But this new pain; I carve a new path. What do you say? How can you express in words the fear every parent lives with; the one no one wants to endure.
It draws me up sharp.
The words haunt me. So long ago, we journeyed this same path. Full of expectation and wonder. Presenting our boy before God and the congregation. Pledging to raise him with God’s help, so that one day he would surrender and enter the waters of Baptism.
It is these times that the missing; the longing threaten to undue me. I wonder how I can go on.
But he did enter the waters.
And that promise of Eternal life was embedded deep within his soul.
The hope and joy.
And this year he gave a Senior Testimony that we will never forget.
He was looking forward.
Little did he know that 49 days later he would be traveling this magnificent world;
just as he desired.
He had finished his race.
Bryn paints as the Holy Spirit guides.
It is the final 4.
The 4 Sundays in Advent.
Our Pastor’s last 4 Sundays.
Bryn shares the words the kids have all chosen for their dad.
2 words to describe the man who has 25 years of ministry in this church.
A man who has Shepherded and baptized our children in the river of this land.
A man who has unwaveringly served this church,
as a servant; a Faithful Shepherd.
early. Woke up to the 2 little girls sound asleep on the couch! I wonder if they
made it to midnight! Happy New Year everyone! I am not a list or a resolution
girl. . .but I do want to honor God this year. I don’t want this life to be
about me. I want to serve others. While taking care of my mom, I experienced
such a wonderful gift. Caring for your mother is a heartbreaking joy. . . a deep down joy
that no one can touch. So here is to a year NOT about doing what’s right for me.
. . or putting myself first. Here is to a year where I surrender and let God
lead my steps. . . Because even in the hard times . . .with God is better than
on my own. Psalm 119:105 Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light for my path.
. . .