I turn to the memories for their warmth.
Interesting, they don’t sting so much.
Mom’s chair;
brings images of her sitting with her coffee,
laughing or telling a story.
Looking at pictures.
Oh, how she loved her pictures.
A wall in the office, covered with all those she held dear.
Family, friends.
She never met a stranger.
I can see her planning our day out.
Lunch, shopping.
Always shopping.
Me who abhors shopping, loved it with her.
She loved to shop.
I hover in the memories.
I walk around the house.
I thank God for the gift of family.
Once again the ache slowly gives way.
The God of the Universe Can handle all my pain.
He will guide our hearts each moment.
His love for us is everlasting.
May you anticipate that love this Advent Season.
Expect great things.
Isaiah 43:19
See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it?
I am making a way in the wilderness and streams in the wasteland.
He will make a way.
For me; for you.
Wonderful truths that God will share.
In spite of the hurt.
In the middle of the darkness.
He will shine.
Living in these precious moments.
They are fleeting.
But they are beautiful.
Because God held them first.
PSalm 102:11-12
My days are like the evening shadow; I wither away like grass.
But you, LORD, sit enthroned forever;
your renown endures through all generations.
MercyMe
The Hurt and the Healer
So here I am
What’s left of Me
Where Glory meets my suffering