life
I sat in church today next to my handsome man and held his warm hand. Several rows up sat my dear friend Jayne. Her husband Joe died--what a harsh word, I keep wanting to replace it with "passed" or "went to be with Jesus"--less than a week ago from pneumonia he contracted during chemo. He was Bear's age.
Life is fragile. Spirit is not. During worship the band played "I can only imagine" and I pictured Joe, playing a guitar in heaven, worshiping Jesus. And here we are on earth...anticipating that day. Theologically, I know that Joe is experiencing real, true Life as God intended. Practically, I look into the eyes of my friend and wonder how she will be doing next week, next month, next year. She's a strong woman, capable, committed. And she's human.
Bear said that when his first wife died in a car accident, the hardest parts were eating alone and sleeping alone. Tonight I stare at him as he sits besides me. I try to memorize his silhouette.
Our times are in Father's hands.
Life is fragile. Spirit is not. During worship the band played "I can only imagine" and I pictured Joe, playing a guitar in heaven, worshiping Jesus. And here we are on earth...anticipating that day. Theologically, I know that Joe is experiencing real, true Life as God intended. Practically, I look into the eyes of my friend and wonder how she will be doing next week, next month, next year. She's a strong woman, capable, committed. And she's human.
Bear said that when his first wife died in a car accident, the hardest parts were eating alone and sleeping alone. Tonight I stare at him as he sits besides me. I try to memorize his silhouette.
Our times are in Father's hands.
posted by alicia britt chole at
7:18 PM
5 Comments:
What a lovely reminder of how precious is each moment. That sounds so trite ... it rolls off the tongue (or onto the keyboard) with such ease. But it's true. If I study the pregnancy of each and every moment, I don't miss much of God's glory. When I look too far up-time or down-time, I forget to study silhouettes.
God bless your friend with His amazing comforts,
Kathleen
A precious thought that absolutely blessed me today. Praying for your dear friend.
wow Alicia, how true ....... I attended a funeral this past Sunday for a friend of mine, who along with her 16 yer old daughter and one of her sisers, all died in a drowning accident about 2 weeks ago. I sat there in the service and many thoughts came to mind .... how her husband must be feeling, having to bury his wife and his daughter at the same time , how her parents must be feeling, having to bury two daughters and a grand child within a 24 hour period. I marvel at the grace and mercy of God that is sustaining them ..... I thought about some of the recent teachings at church.... that there are things that happen that we do not have an explanation for, but despite this, where does your tust lie ..... in the good things that God does for us or in the God of these things, will we still trust Him even when thngs don't work out the way we want them too. My pastor also taught that your faith is only as big as the test it comes through, he also talked about how the test you face is a mark of the faith that God believes you have....he will not put on us more than we can bare but will also make a way of escape so that you can bare up under it. I will remember your friend in prayer too that her faith doesnt fail her, but that she will trust God despite her loss.
sorry Alicia, the last comment was from me
I have looked at Glen several times this last week and thanked God for the time that I have with him. I too have thought of Jayne and wondered how she will be in the days, months and years to come. Give her a huge for me next time you see her.
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