FROM MY HEART TO YOURS

tl-from-my-heart-to-yoursFebruary is a rough month for me – I’ll just admit it.  It’s a time when I remember a lot of happy times that I’ll never get back.  My mom’s birthday was the 15th and my dad’s birthday was the 21st – just a week apart!  I always baked a heart-shaped cake for my mom – and put pink or red icing on it with little red-hot candies.  We never had fancy celebrations, but we had each other and that’s what really mattered.  I can’t remember any of the gifts I gave her, but I remember the love in the room while she opened each of them.  ❤

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My dad loved German chocolate cake – and I’m not a baker – so to the boxed cake aisle I’d go to pick up a mix and some icing – although I’m not sure you can call that icing – I suppose it is…  that coconut concoction.  LOL!  Dad’s cake was a simple 9×13 sheet cake – I never made a cake that had to be stacked – I’m practical – and if that puppy had to ride in the car with me – it was going to be a sheet cake!  ❤

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I have memories recorded on 8mm film – which a few years back I had put on DVD.  There’s no sound, but I can read lips just fine.  I remember every word, even though I can’t hear their voices.  I can’t hear their voices…  but I will hear them again.  I’m not without hope – nope. 

I’ve made a sort of study out of this grief journey.  This blog is one manifestation of my grief experience.  I hope it’s made me more empathetic to others, if nothing else.  When people you love die, you don’t have anywhere for that love to go anymore.  This month I went out to the cemetery and replaced the flowers – but there were no hugs, no smiles, no warm greetings.  Thankfully, there was no snow, or it would have been colder still.  There’s nothing quite so cold and, well, dead…  as a cemetery.  Without faith to sustain, it would appear that it’s all over and there’s no hope.  Ah, but there is faith – there is hope.  I’m not without hope – nope. 

One of these days my Savior will come for me and all who have asked Him into their hearts and lives.  Whether I have the opportunity to live out a full life and die – or get snatched up and fly away…  it really doesn’t matter because I’m going to see Christ face to face.  These memories I hang on to for now…  well, I won’t need those anymore.  I’m not going to pretend to know exactly what lies ahead – but I trust God, through my Savior – and whatever it is…  it’s okay by me.  ❤

Here’s what I do know.  I will see my family again – and it’s going to be great because there will be hugs, smiles, and warm greetings – and we will never have to say good-bye again!  ❤

A Prayer for the Grieving

Lord, please come sit with me today. I need you now as I’m so sad. My heart can’t take much more. Just let me feel again. God, please heal my broken heart. In the quietness, I feel closest to you. Help me to serve others despite the pain. Let peace and love surround all who grieve today, tomorrow and always. I trust you to carry me through this long journey of grief and pain. Thank you for allowing me to share the life of my precious loved one. Please give me comfort in my pain, your love to see me through, and your strength to keep me going. Amen.

When they died, I thought I might too.  But somewhere along the way, the memories took over where the pain was once so raw I thought I couldn’t stand it.  ❤

You know, everyone in school was a bit jealous of me because I was an only child and didn’t have to “share” anything with siblings when I was at home – but let me tell ya…  there’s a flip side to being the only one – it’s lonely when you realize you’re responsible for everything.  I relied so heavily on my parents, not only for moral support, but for spiritual support.  I knew they prayed for me every day.  I miss those prayers so much.  ❤

 

LUKE 7:13 ON 7/13

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When the Lord saw her, his heart went out to her and he said, “Don’t cry.”  – Luke 7:13

I love the writings of Dr. Luke!  He observes and writes about the awesome and tender moments between Jesus and women.  The compassion that our LORD extends to us goes beyond any other, and there are times when I need to read these accounts and be reminded that there is a friend who sticks  closer than a brother.  He loves me above anything that I can ask or think.  He knows me better than anyone.  He comforts my aching soul and encourages me with the words, “Don’t cry.”

I wish Jesus could come and sit beside me and hold my hand – I mean really hold my hand, you know?  But we heard him say He would not leave us alone, didn’t we?  Before He ascended to heaven, we heard Him say He would leave His Holy Spirit with us.  It is His Holy Spirit that tells us that it’s going to be okay – and we need to stay strong until the end.

Can you imagine the grief of this mother?  Her only son was being carried out – dead.  She feels so hopeless and can’t believe this is happening to her again.  Dr. Luke said that she is already a widow – so she has gone through the funeral for her husband.

The good doctor tells us that there is a sizeable crowd from the city weeping with her.  We’re thankful for neighbors and friends when we suffer loss, aren’t we?  They were there to support her, and she’s so glad because she apparently has no other family left.

Then there’s verse 13 – When the Lord saw her, He felt compassion for her, and said to her, “Do not weep.”

The story doesn’t end there…  Jesus was not finished yet.

And He (Jesus) came up and touched the coffin; and the bearers came to a halt.  And He said, “Young man, I say to you, arise!”

This mother got her son back.  She was no longer alone, but better still, she and the large crowd witnessed first-hand the miracle that Jesus performed.  He went about doing good to glorify His Father in heaven.

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So hear God’s Holy Spirit speak to your spirit today…  don’t cry.  God has every situation under control.  We’re broken today – but one day in heaven, we will be whole and together.  🙂

 

 

I STILL BELIEVE AS I GRIEVE

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Always defend your right to heal at your own pace.  You are taking your time.  You are allowed to take your time.  – Unknown

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Isn’t that pretty?

The other day I was at an antique store and spotted some very pretty quilts!  I’m in awe of those who cut material and then sew it back together – of course, it’s a bit more complicated than that.  When I see quilts, my mind goes back in time – to my Granny LaVella.  She was such a sweet soul.  I know heaven is a wonderful place because she is there – and she may be making quilts!

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Granny’s Singer

I remember seeing granny at her Singer sewing machine – one that was very ornate and set on a sturdy and fancy wrought iron stand.  She always had scraps to make a quilt for somebody.  Her ministry was to keep everyone warm!

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We must grieve

Even though she left us so long ago, when I see beautiful quilts I can’t help but go back in time and think about her.  Her quilts were a labor of love and she personalized each and every one by using the recipient’s favorite colors or if possible, she would use some of their old clothing for the quilt scraps!

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That’s a nice pattern

I never learned to quilt and certainly did not gain that knowledge through osmosis…  but I sure do admire and respect the art.  Quilts are so beautiful and a reflection of their maker.  By the same token, my Granny LaVella was so beautiful and a reflection of her Maker.  Thank You, God, that she was my granny!

When I see quilts, taste biscuits, or hear an elderly woman laugh…  it’s like I go back in time for just a few seconds – and she is still here with me.  I miss her – but I know God has so much work for her to do.  I would not want to take her away from Him, but one day I’ll get to see her again.  Love you, Granny LaVella!  🙂