Bountiful Blessings
April
27th, 2014
Good morning! Its
Terri. Yea, it has been a while…. Mmm, I cut it back to every other week
because I was concerned that I was circling back to the same topics and
everyone would quit reading. Then I was out of my zone and next thing I knew it
had been a month and well, we will just leave it there. L But I am back! And
sadly, with a vengeance. For I have the fever again racing through my veins. I
just want to talk and talk and talk. Haha. I am just messing with you. Its all
good.
I was talking with a
friend the other day who has a family member who is in poor health. Her pain
was radiating from her. I considered words of comfort but there is little to
say that relieves the pain. We try. Our hearts are in the right place but grief
is something each of us experience. It is unique to us and a very powerful
emotion. It is hard to imagine getting past it but we do. We talked a little. Our
heads take comfort in the knowledge that loved ones have a place prepared just
for them, a place so wonderful that we cannot even imagine. But our hearts?
Well, frankly they do not understand. We cry “why” and want a little more time.
But how much is enough time? We know that with life comes physical death. We
know this. But that does not mean that we do not fight it tooth and nail. For
ourselves and our loved ones. For you see, it is not death we fear, it is the
loss of someone we love. Our hearts are so full of love that we cannot imagine
a day without them. For those times when something pops in your mind to tell
them and you pick up the phone. For those times when you see something that
reminds you of them. For those times when you need a hug, a shoulder or someone
to laugh with. Even for those quiet times when you just like knowing that they
are in the other room. Yep, special times with special people. I have written
down passwords and accounts. I have written down funeral ideas. All these
things to prepare my family in the event of my passing. But what I cannot write
down is how to go on without me. Yes, I am aware that sounds a little
conceited. But to my family, I am loved and I will be missed. Part of me
anxiously awaits the day that I meet my Savior face to face. But that other
part of me… well, it puts on the brakes and says, lets talk this out a little.
For I am selfish. I want to have every minute of every day with my family. I
want to hold them close and never let them go. But you know what? God forgives
me for my selfishness.. He understands and when I do lose someone, he is right
there with me. Wrapping his arms around me, comforting me, stroking my head,
telling me that it is ok, he is with them and with me, and the greatest
blessing of all is knowing that one day we will be together again. Now, I may
have returned from my hiatus with a little depressing thought for the week (or
month depends on how often you get this) but that is not my intention. My
intention was, well, I am not sure what it was, but I know it wasn’t to make
you sad. I guess that I want you to look at it this way…. Physical death comes
to us all. There is no escaping. Yes, it hurts. It breaks our hearts into
millions of tiny pieces. But don’t you think that grieving is a blessing in
itself? For God had the choice. He could have made us without emotions, without
love. But instead, we were blessed with the gift of love. There is no other
feeling like it, is there???
Bible
Verse for the week:
And
now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.
1 Corinthians 13:13
Bible
Fun for the week:
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