Each day I read last years post.
Counting down the days of his life.
Searching for meaning.
Something I have missed.
Like an addict looking for a hit.
I want to see something.
I long for just a glimpse.
It consumes me; if I let it.
How I want to touch or feel something connected to him.
These final days of his life.
He would live for 19 more days.
That is it.
I didn’t know.
My son. Full of hope; a future.
My son. Full of hope; a future.
We were mourning the loss of our puppy. Still grieving my mom,
my parents dog, my dad’s sister and a long time family friend.
my parents dog, my dad’s sister and a long time family friend.
Caught in a sea of emotions.
Searching.
It happened in a moment.
I wasn’t there.
For a moment I feel so lost.
It happened in a moment.
I wasn’t there.
For a moment I feel so lost.
But I am found.
Amazing Grace.
Amazing Grace.
My search completed long ago.
Bought, sought and paid for by the King.
My soul; ransomed.
I am pressed in but NOT crushed.
2 Corinthians 4:8-9
We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed,
but not in despair;persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed.
With that purchase of my soul, I have the hope of eternal life.
I rest in the assurance that Elijah stands with the King of Kings.
I know where he is.
His life; with purpose, was finished.
I don’t like it.
I long for the course planned for me to be different.
It is not.
This is the walk placed before me.
I am not abandoned.
I am not destroyed.
2 Corinthians 4:8-9
We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed,
but not in despair;persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed.
With that purchase of my soul, I have the hope of eternal life.
I rest in the assurance that Elijah stands with the King of Kings.
I know where he is.
His life; with purpose, was finished.
I don’t like it.
I long for the course planned for me to be different.
It is not.
This is the walk placed before me.
I am not abandoned.
I am not destroyed.
I have been found, rescued.
I take my eyes off the focus of me.
I place them on the Light that shatters the darkness.
I walk in immeasurable hope.
I cling to promises made long ago by a God who will never let us down.
I may never see or understand his plan this side of eternity.
But oh, what waits for us in glory is the joy I am clinging to.
No storm can shake my inmost calm
While to that rock I’m clinging.
It sounds an echo in my soul
How can I keep from singing?
While to that rock I’m clinging.
It sounds an echo in my soul
How can I keep from singing?
Pete Seeger
How can I keep from Singing
