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Making Cookies, And Trusting, One Step At A Time

27 Sep
These days are glorious. 
The color, the sun; all magnificent displays of God’s handiwork.

I still long to feel. . .
I try. 
I sit on a rock overlooking the meadows.
I close my eyes and feel the warmth of the sun. 
But my heart still aches and longs for what it can not have.

I make cookies for the first time.

The memories of Elijah come like a flood.
The last day he was here; the day we had no idea would be his last.
He had come home all excited from a shooting match.
I had made cookies.
He stood in the kitchen and ate one after another. . .dipping them in milk.
Drinking a half gallon of milk as we talked.
I tell him to take a plate of cookies and sit down.
He was spilling crumbs everywhere.
I turn around and he had taken the WHOLE plate of cookies with him.
I smile at the memory.
I place dough onto the cookie sheet.

So much of my life with Elijah centered around food.
I cooked for him.
Drank coffee with him.
Planned meals around him. . .he was the busy one.
Our dinner conversations now stilled.
We don’t seem to have the enthusiasm without him here.

Everything is just wrong. . .
But is it?
God sits on the throne.
He is the glorious One.

Psalm 18:32
It is God who arms me with strength, And makes my way perfect. 

And this is His will.
And all I need is Jesus.
And so to that Rock I am clinging.
As the world turns chaotic around me.
As I feel like I can’t breathe some days. . .
As I miss with all my heart the child I birthed. . .
As we figure how to step into sweet peace with a fractured family.
I look to Jesus.
He is all I need.

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Comments

  1. Cheryl says

    September 27, 2013 at 11:43 am

    As a mom who can relate to having a child pass, you will cherish those seemingly little things, like having baked cookies and having him enjoy them so much, so close to his passing. What a blessing. You have a gift of still clinging to the great memories, during the most difficult days of your life here on earth. Bless you and your beautiful family.

    • davisfarm says

      September 27, 2013 at 1:39 pm

      Trying to cling to the memories. How does it happen that your child's life is reduced to memories. So not right. . .such a reminder of our need for our Savior. . .longing for the day, he will set all things straight. . .

  2. Unknown says

    September 27, 2013 at 11:52 pm

    Love the last picture. Fall has always been such a bitter-sweet time of year for me. The colors and smells are like nature's memories — and I cling tight to them as winter whispers it is coming. But there will be spring. There will be sweet peace, Tammy.

    There is a C.S. Lewis quote I came across while reading The Reason for God by Tim Keller a few years ago. I know it by heart, and it's as true as any of God's promises. I believe these words with all my heart: "They say of some temporal suffering, 'No future bliss can make up for it,' not knowing that Heaven, once attained, will work backwards to turn even that agony into a glory."

    Amy

    • davisfarm says

      September 28, 2013 at 10:35 am

      I have never heard that quote and is one worth tucking into the folds of the memory. . .Thank you.

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