This is the anniversary of my sister's death, and I am always pensive on this day. How could I not be?
I was thinking how God teaches us things over time. I never really learn by epiphany, though I often tumble to a realization in a moment. The truth always seems to be that the lesson was long-term, and I figure it out in an instant.
I had the mistaken thought that my children are all I have, and God reminded me that He is all I have. Everything else is on loan. My house, my car, my children, all that surrounds me...God has the right to take any of it with no notice at all.
God has, thorough the years, stripped away so much that I had thought was permanent, or things I thought were mine. He has replaced them with things that are more obviously His.
In Heaven, I suppose we'll all be aware that He is Everything, and we are dependant upon Him for All. But, in heaven, it won't hurt so much.
2 comments:
I remember this day. It was the first time I saw my mother cry.
Kelly, I'll keep you in my prayers today, along with Auntie Karen and your sisty uglars (and Trevor).
I am praying for you too...I spend alot of time reminding myself that my mom is much better off with Jesus. Not in anymore pain, has the perfect body she dreamed about (no pink velvet or sword tho), and gets to dance with the King. I do get rather melancholy when eveyone starts with their mom stories, and I guess that will always be. Keeps me stronger and grounded in my relationship with my kids (and everyone else), that they are on loan and not to take them for granted. Hang in there dear friend and dance with her.
See, I can be mushy at times. :)
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