For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted; a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; …
Death. We all know it’s Coming! If you are breathing its inevitable. We try so hard not to think of it or dwell there. That black hole that can captivate your imagination and torture your heart. It makes you a slave and a takes you captive.
So if we know it’s coming, why do we dread it? Why do we worry? Why do we cringe when the word comes across.
BECAUSE of LOVE! BECAUSE there is nothing better than love and to be loved. That little four letter word holds our fears, happiness, joy, and sorrow. Love.
The past two years I have loved. I have felt love through sorrrow and love through joy. I have had death go off like a bomb in my lap, destroying me. I have also had living water fill my soul once again. The funny thing is, LOVE was the cause for ALL.
Right now as I write this blog, anxiety fills my soul. Sorrow does not avoid a person because you have already felt great loss. It just waves it’s hand and says “hey, I’m here again.!” But this time it says “you have time to say good-bye this time, don’t waste it.”
For years I have had a distant relationship with my dad’s parents. A relationship that was not meant to be weak. But from my poor decisions as a young teen and adult, I let time with them go by. Time I now regret. You see, I see time differently now, because time has been shown to me it’s value. I now want my time back with my grandparents. Asking God to give me more days and memories. More stories of me. More stories of who I am. BUT the clock is still moving.
Tonight my dad’s mother is not doing well. Her body is weak. She is frail. Yet I know her heart is still fighting, her body is losing. Cancer is the coordinator of this event, as for so many in our small community.
BUT like I said in the beginning of this blog, Love is why I hurt and love is why she is fighting. Love never leaves us, it’s just says “until I see you again.” But LOVE is also something that leads us to peace , comfort and joy. LOVE is not just a word, but yet a person. LOVE comforts the weary and heals the sick. LOVE flows through us if we love and believe in HIM.
Love is Jesus. Hosanna. King. Master. Comforter. Messiah. Friend.
I know HIM and I love HIM. And he loves my grandmother and I. LOVE will keep our hearts connected forever.
Please send my grandmother and my grandfather prayers. I feel a very heavy heart for my grandfather and the loss he will feel soon. A loss I wouldn’t wish upon anyone.❤️