I write pensive.
Reflective, Aware, Torn, Melancholy, weeping deep inside where no one can see but my Maker.
My troubled soul twists so that it threatens to suffocate.
No pretty packaged answers. My understanding is caught up with thoughts of a fleeting life that we clutch like a vise.
I know, I've learned, I've studied and read. His intimacy is familiar. I recognize His whisper...we are in relationship.
He sustains me and I trust........
Some things only Eternity will reveal.
I hang my head, the grief threatens my next breath. The thought of her leaving this world leaves me mournful, crestfallen and joyful all in this moment. A dear friend says... "This is the sadness we feel for those she leaves behind and the joy we know she is experiencing!! It's compassion"
I want to tear this cloak of despair... I see her children. Children saying goodbye to their mom all too soon.
In reality she is being promoted. Odd to say, and strange to write, apart from a Creator.
She walked into His arms. Cured, whole, pain free and reunited with her earthly love who only a year ago left. Oh what a reunion that is. I know her, she will dance.
Why clutch onto today?
Our tomorrows are with Him.
Some things uttered in her last breaths shared by her best friend..
"YOU are the joy set before Him"
"I love Your ways."
You friend will be greatly missed. We grieve, not without hope. Rebecca's first loss...She will hold your daughter and we will stand at attention to fill any and every void that we are able. You most certainly are filling your unquenchable thirst for travel now. Not bound by an earthly body.
As I move forward in making my life as much about worship as I possibly can and counting 1,000 gifts...today I give one.
|Elani and Karen our ♥|