A heart longing for direction in the midst of grief.
A heart that still longs to hear the voice of God.
A heart still longing for the pieces to be placed back in the fragile shattered heart.
September 10, 2013 What You Are Unprepared For
What do you do with the book you find;
For a moment your heart skips. . .and you are brought back to that day.
You can hear the sounds.
You can hear your moms voice.
You can see your sons excitement over a present.
He loved books.
Now they both call heaven their home.
Only 7 months apart.
And the ache is deep.
I am still mourning my mom. . .
And now I grieve the loss of our son. . .
Today was a tough day.
I miss my boy.
Yet it was beautiful out.
I went for a walk.
I met a friend on her way home from work and she stopped.
She gave me a hug and went on her way.
Sometimes all we need is a hug and a word of reassurance.
My journey needs to continue.
God left me here.
He didn’t call me home.
My work is not done.
For we are God’s handiwork, created in Christ Jesus to do good works,
which God prepared in advance for us to do.
David inquired of the LORD how it was to be done.
I am asking the LORD, how does this grieving happen?
Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.
Ecclesiastes 3:1 – 4
There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the sun: a time to be born and a tine to die. . .a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance.
I need to remember what God has done.
He does what He says He will do.
“Whatever may pass and whatever lies before me,
( 3 beats Elijah played. . .and I long to hear)
let me be singing when the evening comes.”
LORD, I want to be singing when the evening comes.
I want to see all your goodness.
And I long to serve you with all I am.
For a thousand years in your sight are like a day that has just gone by,
or like a watch in the night.