You try to live and love - it comes and interrupts.
This has been a week of sorrow and hardship in my life. My dear friend, coworker and 'grandmother' passed away suddenly on Christmas Eve. She lived a full life, and was a blessing to so many, more than she probably knew. We celebrated her life Friday evening in a memorial service, and it was a comfort to have so many people together sharing their memories of such a wonderful woman of God.
The return to work on Wednesday to find Michelle at her desk was hard. Answering all of the phone calls and having to be the one to break the news to so many people over and over again was hard. Planning for an entirely different funeral that took place on Thursday and then for her service on Friday was hard.
My prayers right now lie with Michelle - she has taken on so much responsibility at such short notice. And the week has not been easy for her, and so consequently for us as well - her father fell and hit his head on Wednesday, and after a lot of hardship and pain, passed away Friday evening as well due to complications from a brain hemmorage.
There is so much pain and sadness and shock running through so many of the people I know and love very dearly, and at this point, all I am coming back to is - why? Why Jean? Why Michelle? Why us? Why now?
I know that there is a much bigger picture that I can't see, and I know that it will be so beautiful when I finally do see it. And I know that to be absent from this body is to be present with the Lord, and that from what I know of Him, that must be very good. But that doesn't lessen the pain or the confusion or the sadness I'm feeling right now.
It does, however, give me reason to hope, and reason to go on.
December 29, 2007
December 25, 2007
Labour and Watch
Morning and Evening Daily Readings
By C. H. Spurgeon
'The evening and the morning were the first day.' Genesis 1:5
Was it so even in the beginning? Did light and darkness divide the realm of time in the first day? Then little wonder is it if I have also changes in my circumstances from the sunshine of prosperity to the midnight of adversity. It will not always be the blaze of noon even in my soul concerns, I must expect at seasons to mourn the absence of my former joys, and seek my Beloved in the night. Nor am I alone in this, for all the Lord's beloved ones have had to sing the mingled song of judgment and of mercy, of trial and deliverance, of mourning and of delight. It is one of the arrangements of Divine providence that day and night shall not cease either in the spiritual or natural creation till we reach the land of which it is written, 'there is no night there.' What our heavenly Father ordains is wise and good. What, then, my soul, is the best for thee to do? Learn first to be content with this divine order, and be willing, with Job, to receive evil from the hand of the Lord as well as good. Study next, to make the outgoings of the morning and the evening to rejoice. Praise the Lord for the sun of joy when it rises, and for the gloom of evening as it falls. There is beauty both in sunrise and sunset, sing of it, and glorify the Lord. Like the nightingale, pour forth thy notes at all hours. Believe that the night is as useful as the day. The dews of grace fall heavily in the night of sorrow. The stars of promise shine forth gloriously amid the darkness of grief. Continue thy service under all changes. If in the day thy watchword be labour, at night exchange it for watch. Every hour has its duty, do thou continue in thy calling as the Lord's servant until He shall suddenly appear in His glory. My soul, thine evening of old age and death is drawing near, dread it not, for it is part of the day, and the Lord has said, 'I will cover him all day long.'
By C. H. Spurgeon
'The evening and the morning were the first day.' Genesis 1:5
Was it so even in the beginning? Did light and darkness divide the realm of time in the first day? Then little wonder is it if I have also changes in my circumstances from the sunshine of prosperity to the midnight of adversity. It will not always be the blaze of noon even in my soul concerns, I must expect at seasons to mourn the absence of my former joys, and seek my Beloved in the night. Nor am I alone in this, for all the Lord's beloved ones have had to sing the mingled song of judgment and of mercy, of trial and deliverance, of mourning and of delight. It is one of the arrangements of Divine providence that day and night shall not cease either in the spiritual or natural creation till we reach the land of which it is written, 'there is no night there.' What our heavenly Father ordains is wise and good. What, then, my soul, is the best for thee to do? Learn first to be content with this divine order, and be willing, with Job, to receive evil from the hand of the Lord as well as good. Study next, to make the outgoings of the morning and the evening to rejoice. Praise the Lord for the sun of joy when it rises, and for the gloom of evening as it falls. There is beauty both in sunrise and sunset, sing of it, and glorify the Lord. Like the nightingale, pour forth thy notes at all hours. Believe that the night is as useful as the day. The dews of grace fall heavily in the night of sorrow. The stars of promise shine forth gloriously amid the darkness of grief. Continue thy service under all changes. If in the day thy watchword be labour, at night exchange it for watch. Every hour has its duty, do thou continue in thy calling as the Lord's servant until He shall suddenly appear in His glory. My soul, thine evening of old age and death is drawing near, dread it not, for it is part of the day, and the Lord has said, 'I will cover him all day long.'
December 24, 2007
Only the Beginning of the Real Story
To my dearest Jean, or 'Grandma' as I liked to call you --
I can just picture you now, dancing and rejoicing at our Savior's feet. And I have to admit, I'm slightly jealous! What an unspeakably wonderful and amazing Christmas gift you have been given! If only we all could be so blessed one day.
Four years and three months was too short a time to only have had with you here on this earth, but it is time I will treasure always. I can't recall how many times you lifted my spirits at work with a smile, a hug, and a prayer for your 'grand-daughter'. There was the bug man, the klutz club and comparing bruises, dancing the Grecian-urn dance with Jan for you, your sneezes, flipping the light switch off on you, embarrassing emails, phone calls from cute-sounding guys, chocolate pie recipes, swing dancing at Jenna's wedding, the hot chocolate that I always 'borrowed' from your office, and sound effects galore.
You loved people, and you loved on me. You cared for everyone who came across your path. There was no question about it - if they needed help, you were more than willing to jump in and help to the fullest that you could. You loved meeting new people and experiencing new things and you loved to talk about the Lord and how much you loved Him and how He was 'all the world to me.' You encouraged me in my walk with God, to love Him with all that I am, to always remember that God is my portion and that to rest in the Lord is the safest place to be, and to wait patiently for His answers. For these, and for many other things, thank you. Thank you, too, for the timely reminder to never take a person for granted, but to always tell them that you love and appreciate them when you have the opportunity, for it might not be granted to you a second time.
You had the voice of an angel (especially when helping lead us on Tuesday mornings in our times of singing!) and loved to sing and share that gift of music with so many others. Your performance last week in the Christmas cantata was beyond breath-taking. You also loved your family, and I would just love hearing you brag on all that Tori, Matt and Kristi were doing; you would be giddy at the thought that Herb was on the other phone line, just wanting to talk to you! I think of all these memories and so many others and laugh and smile because they were all so very wonderful times. I am glad my last memories of your are good ones - seeing you smile over a silly candle and chocolate, and wishing you a 'Merry Christmas' and giving you random hugs and love.
And while I am happy for you, please understand that I have been left sadden, as have many others. It will be hard. Walking by your office on Wednesday to not see you there, but instead to help set up your home-going party, will probably be one of the very hardest things I will have to do in my time working at the church thus far. But regardless, it is good to know where you are and that I will see you again, one day.
God gave me a verse yesterday, shortly before I heard about what happened, and God saw fit to bring it back to mind yet again today. "He is not served by human hands, as if he needed anything, because he himself gives all men life and breath and everything else. From one man he made every nation of men, that they should inhabit the whole earth; and he determined the times set for them and the exact places where they should live. God did this so that men would seek him and perhaps reach out for him and find him, though he is not far from each one of us. For in him we live and move and have our being (Acts 17:25-28)." When I heard it yesterday, it seemed like a perfect verse for this time of year. Christ Himself, one Man, coming to give all men life, making us all one, and doing this so that men would reach out to Him. Today, it has a new meaning now in addition to the one I took it for yesterday - your place was determined and your time was set. You fought your fight, ran your race, and kept your faith well.
Got also gave me Job. Yes, I know a not-so-very nice book to be reading when already sad, but Job's attitude towards what happened to him is what has been giving me peace these last two days, and the promise that I will be what I cling to these next few weeks. "The LORD gave and the LORD has taken away; blessed be the name of the LORD (Job 1:21)." The more I thought of it, the more I wondered if the sadness I feel at your leaving might not have been felt by God Himself when He sent His Son to the earth, knowing full well the pain that would have to be inflicted on Him, and knowing that He would one day have to turn His ear to Jesus' cry when He was dying on the cross. It is a comfort to think that even our Lord was sad, and cried over the loss of loved ones.
At this time of year, a lot of the focus turns to giving to others, and more importantly, of giving back to God. I think your grand-daughter said it best when, of all the gifts to give back to God, you are one of the best we could give. I know I can go and celebrate the birth of our Lord with joy tomorrow because you wouldn't want me to be sad at the gift that has been given through you and your life.
I fully expect to see you when I get there, just waiting for me there with those of my loved ones who have gone before as well as many others, and I'll be wanting the grand tour of Heaven. And then maybe a good cup of tea together so we can catch up.
I love you so very much, and I will see you later (I refuse to say 'good-bye,' even now, for with followers of Christ, there are no good-byes).
Love,
Your adopted grand-daughter
I can just picture you now, dancing and rejoicing at our Savior's feet. And I have to admit, I'm slightly jealous! What an unspeakably wonderful and amazing Christmas gift you have been given! If only we all could be so blessed one day.
Four years and three months was too short a time to only have had with you here on this earth, but it is time I will treasure always. I can't recall how many times you lifted my spirits at work with a smile, a hug, and a prayer for your 'grand-daughter'. There was the bug man, the klutz club and comparing bruises, dancing the Grecian-urn dance with Jan for you, your sneezes, flipping the light switch off on you, embarrassing emails, phone calls from cute-sounding guys, chocolate pie recipes, swing dancing at Jenna's wedding, the hot chocolate that I always 'borrowed' from your office, and sound effects galore.
You loved people, and you loved on me. You cared for everyone who came across your path. There was no question about it - if they needed help, you were more than willing to jump in and help to the fullest that you could. You loved meeting new people and experiencing new things and you loved to talk about the Lord and how much you loved Him and how He was 'all the world to me.' You encouraged me in my walk with God, to love Him with all that I am, to always remember that God is my portion and that to rest in the Lord is the safest place to be, and to wait patiently for His answers. For these, and for many other things, thank you. Thank you, too, for the timely reminder to never take a person for granted, but to always tell them that you love and appreciate them when you have the opportunity, for it might not be granted to you a second time.
You had the voice of an angel (especially when helping lead us on Tuesday mornings in our times of singing!) and loved to sing and share that gift of music with so many others. Your performance last week in the Christmas cantata was beyond breath-taking. You also loved your family, and I would just love hearing you brag on all that Tori, Matt and Kristi were doing; you would be giddy at the thought that Herb was on the other phone line, just wanting to talk to you! I think of all these memories and so many others and laugh and smile because they were all so very wonderful times. I am glad my last memories of your are good ones - seeing you smile over a silly candle and chocolate, and wishing you a 'Merry Christmas' and giving you random hugs and love.
And while I am happy for you, please understand that I have been left sadden, as have many others. It will be hard. Walking by your office on Wednesday to not see you there, but instead to help set up your home-going party, will probably be one of the very hardest things I will have to do in my time working at the church thus far. But regardless, it is good to know where you are and that I will see you again, one day.
God gave me a verse yesterday, shortly before I heard about what happened, and God saw fit to bring it back to mind yet again today. "He is not served by human hands, as if he needed anything, because he himself gives all men life and breath and everything else. From one man he made every nation of men, that they should inhabit the whole earth; and he determined the times set for them and the exact places where they should live. God did this so that men would seek him and perhaps reach out for him and find him, though he is not far from each one of us. For in him we live and move and have our being (Acts 17:25-28)." When I heard it yesterday, it seemed like a perfect verse for this time of year. Christ Himself, one Man, coming to give all men life, making us all one, and doing this so that men would reach out to Him. Today, it has a new meaning now in addition to the one I took it for yesterday - your place was determined and your time was set. You fought your fight, ran your race, and kept your faith well.
Got also gave me Job. Yes, I know a not-so-very nice book to be reading when already sad, but Job's attitude towards what happened to him is what has been giving me peace these last two days, and the promise that I will be what I cling to these next few weeks. "The LORD gave and the LORD has taken away; blessed be the name of the LORD (Job 1:21)." The more I thought of it, the more I wondered if the sadness I feel at your leaving might not have been felt by God Himself when He sent His Son to the earth, knowing full well the pain that would have to be inflicted on Him, and knowing that He would one day have to turn His ear to Jesus' cry when He was dying on the cross. It is a comfort to think that even our Lord was sad, and cried over the loss of loved ones.
At this time of year, a lot of the focus turns to giving to others, and more importantly, of giving back to God. I think your grand-daughter said it best when, of all the gifts to give back to God, you are one of the best we could give. I know I can go and celebrate the birth of our Lord with joy tomorrow because you wouldn't want me to be sad at the gift that has been given through you and your life.
I fully expect to see you when I get there, just waiting for me there with those of my loved ones who have gone before as well as many others, and I'll be wanting the grand tour of Heaven. And then maybe a good cup of tea together so we can catch up.
I love you so very much, and I will see you later (I refuse to say 'good-bye,' even now, for with followers of Christ, there are no good-byes).
Love,
Your adopted grand-daughter
December 20, 2007
Merry Christmas!
Well, I'm just about ready to head out of here. That means that it's almost time for me to start my Christmas celebrations! I can't promise I'll be on here much during the Christmas week, but if I can, I'll slip on to give a real update...I've been lackadaisical in my entries of late, and for that, I apologize.
In the meantime, may the Joy of the Season fill you this season as you celebrate the birth of Christ! Merry Christmas!
In the meantime, may the Joy of the Season fill you this season as you celebrate the birth of Christ! Merry Christmas!
December 19, 2007
Right or Wrong, I Sing Either Way
Come they told me, ba-rump-bum-bum-bum
A newborn king to see, ba-rump-bum-bum-bum
Our finest gifts we bring, ba-rump-bum-bum-bum
To lay before the king, ba-rump-bum-bum-bum
Rump-bum-bum-bum
Rump-bum-bum-bum
Peace on Earth, can it be
Years from now, perhaps we’ll see
We’ll see the day of glory
We’ll see the day when men of good will live in peace
Live in peace
Live in peace again
Peace on earth
Can it be
Every child must be made aware
Every child must be made to care
Care enough for his fellow man
To give all the love that he can
I pray my wish will come true
For my child and your child too
He’ll see the day of glory
He’ll see the day when men of good will
Live in peace
Live in peace again
Peace on earth
Can it be?
Can it be?
Pretty thing, isn't it?
A newborn king to see, ba-rump-bum-bum-bum
Our finest gifts we bring, ba-rump-bum-bum-bum
To lay before the king, ba-rump-bum-bum-bum
Rump-bum-bum-bum
Rump-bum-bum-bum
Peace on Earth, can it be
Years from now, perhaps we’ll see
We’ll see the day of glory
We’ll see the day when men of good will live in peace
Live in peace
Live in peace again
Peace on earth
Can it be
Every child must be made aware
Every child must be made to care
Care enough for his fellow man
To give all the love that he can
I pray my wish will come true
For my child and your child too
He’ll see the day of glory
He’ll see the day when men of good will
Live in peace
Live in peace again
Peace on earth
Can it be?
Can it be?
Pretty thing, isn't it?
December 18, 2007
Christmas Dream: 12/16
I had received an email stating that Parson Brown was sick and had just had surgery and was therefore unable to perform any marriages this holiday season due to being under the weather.
December 07, 2007
December 05, 2007
Always Winter, Never Christmas
First snowfall:
Wednesday, December 5th
Yay!
It has been too long since I made snow angels!
Wednesday, December 5th
Yay!
It has been too long since I made snow angels!
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