He had only 5 days left here on this earth.
For in the early hours of July 28, 2013 he would meet his Savior.
I wasn’t there.
He left home excited to see his girl friend.
He looked into my eyes; those baby blues.
He said, “Bye, don’t worry.”
The next time I saw him, he was still; lifeless, in a pine box.
I live each day without my oldest son.
I work each day to seek the good God has given to us.
Grief never leaves.
It’s here to stay.
But what I do with that grief is my choice.
With God’s help I am learning to trust, to live, to praise.
My eyes flutter open to the day.
The sinking feeling each morning.
He is gone.
He is not here.
Then the conscious choice to get up and find coffee and the Ancient Word.
Digging deep to seek; that which is not in me.
That which God has given.
I search the scriptures for reminders of God’s provision, for His goodness and Mercy.
I walk in the surrender.
The sun shines brightly this morning.
My soul is weary with sorrow;
strengthen me according to your word.
The ache a little greater.
I work harder today to rest in the Arms of our Savior.
These past few days have been good days.
Full of sunshine.
Family and “busy” ness.
If you only had 5 days left on this earth; would you do anything differently?
Would there be changes you would make?
Live each day as if you didn’t have many left.
Live full and rich.
Reach for the Holy Spirit.
Let Him be your guide, your strength, your wisdom.
God still has much work for us to do.
I don’t want to lose sight of His perfect will.
If I had only 5 days left; would I do anything differently?