If you perish praying for mercy through the precious blood, you will be the first who ever perished that way. Cry on; just cry on. But believe, too, for believing brings the morning star and the day dawn. ~CH Spurgeon
I am still waiting for the morning star and the day dawn, but I know that my God is faithful.
When a parent dies, even if it is expected, it still takes you by surprise. This blog is mostly just a way for me to process, and make sense of, my grief. ~~I miss my mother very much.
And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes; there shall be no more death, nor sorrow, nor crying. There shall be no more pain, for the former things have passed away.
Revelation 21:4
Revelation 21:4
Saturday, April 28, 2012
Saturday, April 7, 2012
Easter
My mother made every holiday something special. She especially loved Easter. I can see us all dressed up, taking a family photo, before church on Easter Sunday. I think it was more than just the holidays that she loved - she loved family. My mother held us together. We weren't the perfect family, but we had love for each other. She made us see the importance of spending time together. And we did. I just wish I could have appreciated that time together more when I was younger and we were all geographically close. It is so different now. My Dad and brother live far away and I have a sister who really wants nothing to do with me. I am grateful for my oldest sister who, although busy with her adult children's problems, has been a good sister to me and a constant in my daughter's life.
I am especially missing my mom today. Sometimes I hear her voice in my head, and my heart aches again. This pain has been the worst pain I have ever felt. In these moments of great sadness I work at turning my attention outward and upward. Outward to those around me that I love and upward to the only One who can take away my pain. The One whose death on a cross saved me from my sin and gave me hope. Hope for life everlasting. Hope that I will, one day, see my mother again and hear her voice. Soli deo Gloria.
I am especially missing my mom today. Sometimes I hear her voice in my head, and my heart aches again. This pain has been the worst pain I have ever felt. In these moments of great sadness I work at turning my attention outward and upward. Outward to those around me that I love and upward to the only One who can take away my pain. The One whose death on a cross saved me from my sin and gave me hope. Hope for life everlasting. Hope that I will, one day, see my mother again and hear her voice. Soli deo Gloria.
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