Mom Verse for Life
"Holiness doesn't mean doing extraordinary things, but doing ordinary things with love and faith."--Pope Francis
Showing posts with label wisdom. Show all posts
Showing posts with label wisdom. Show all posts
Wednesday, September 16, 2015
Monday, June 22, 2015
Promises
"Because of the tender mercy of our God, by which the rising sun will come to us from heaven to shine on those living in darkness and in the shadow of death, to guide our feet into the path of peace." Luke 1:78-79 (NIV)
I saw this and immediately thought of papa. His ninety-one and a half years on this earth has been lengthy. I have no idea how long he has remaining, as there isn't a diagnosis that we have to go off of, but I know he's tired. His body aches and the only thing that probably brings any type of joy to his confined life is the hope of heaven. And what a promise he has in his heart.
I don't see fear when I look into his eyes. There's a peace about him because he knows what awaits. He knows there will be a grand reception and his soul will be set free from the body that is failing him in his old age. He is ready. He wants to be called home. He wants God to usher him into the promised land. He doesn't mind leaving behind the legacy he was a part of creating because his physical work here is done.
From bed, he prays diligently. He prays with a steadfastness and conviction that only comes from knowing and believing in God. He doesn't fear his death. He welcomes it. And that brings me comfort. . .knowing what a tender and loving God we have, that he would guide papa to the ultimate peace. The peace we have all looked for our entire lives, but could not find until our final moment. It will be a beautiful thing: his homecoming. Until then, we will love him well.
I saw this and immediately thought of papa. His ninety-one and a half years on this earth has been lengthy. I have no idea how long he has remaining, as there isn't a diagnosis that we have to go off of, but I know he's tired. His body aches and the only thing that probably brings any type of joy to his confined life is the hope of heaven. And what a promise he has in his heart.
I don't see fear when I look into his eyes. There's a peace about him because he knows what awaits. He knows there will be a grand reception and his soul will be set free from the body that is failing him in his old age. He is ready. He wants to be called home. He wants God to usher him into the promised land. He doesn't mind leaving behind the legacy he was a part of creating because his physical work here is done.
From bed, he prays diligently. He prays with a steadfastness and conviction that only comes from knowing and believing in God. He doesn't fear his death. He welcomes it. And that brings me comfort. . .knowing what a tender and loving God we have, that he would guide papa to the ultimate peace. The peace we have all looked for our entire lives, but could not find until our final moment. It will be a beautiful thing: his homecoming. Until then, we will love him well.
Wednesday, June 3, 2015
Wednesday, May 27, 2015
Tuesday, April 21, 2015
Grief Changes
"Grief changes shape, but it never ends." --Keanu Reeves
This quote stopped me. Flashbacks of all the losses of my life played through my mind. I thought of people I once loved who have passed on and others I've lost touch with or chosen to walk away from. Memories of times when my heart was full with people I loved drifted through my thoughts.
I grieved all of my losses.
Let me correct that, I grieve all of my losses, still.
In some shape or another, the grief is still there, it just looks different from what it did before.
And that's okay.
"Grief changes shape, but it never ends."
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