Sunday, February 26, 2012

Changing Seasons

All is quiet on the western front.  It is Sunday afternoon and mandatory naps are in progress.  Andy and I both usually participate, but today has been a hard day.  Andy has spent most of the day with his mother who has been for the last month caring for her brother who will soon meet Jesus.  It has been a hard time as his brain tumor presses out the little bit of his personality.  Family has come in from town, those in town have visited frequently.  Waiting on moments, where they are with him...really with him. Waiting hours for minutes sometimes.
This morning he began the death rattle.  Everyone has been by his side.  He's been calling to his mother.  The Lord is in their midst.  I'm here at home, watching over the little ones, busying myself with chores to keep my mind from spinning.
We've had two supernatural comforts today I would love to share.  In small talk, Andy pulled up his Bible app to show his aunt.  The passage 1 Thessalonians 4 pulled up, "But I do not want you to be ignorant, bretheren, concerning those who have fallen asleep, lest you sorrow as others who have no hope.  For if we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so God will bring with Him those who sleep in Jesus."  The room welled with tears at the comfort of their Abba father.  
At home, I sat with the kids streaming our church service in our pajamas.  As I plugged in the HDMI cable, across the screen came the words to the praise bands song, "I will rise, when you call my name, no more sorrow, no more pain.  I will rise, on eagle's wings, before my God fall on my knees."  I'm not a crier, but I couldn't help but well up envisioning my husbands uncle lying there, with one foot in eternity and the other grasping the hands of his loved ones.
Of all the seasons, I love Spring ever so much.  To be reminded afresh, with each vibrant blossom that resurrection is a way of life.  The life God intended.  Today I got a little down when I had to toss my Valentines roses out, but within the hour, my kids brought me some daffodils they picked from the garden....glorious resurrected daffodils, shining as bright as the light warming our uncle as he stands at the door of eternity.   Blessings of comfort and hope to anyone who needs it.

Love and Butter, 


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