Gosh it seems each time I have such good intentions of posting on a regular basis and then something happens and time continues to drift away..... another life changing event and here I am posting again. It's not my intention to write when things are not going smoothly and emotion is running high because so much can be said that can be taken out of context and words are not easily taken back. I like to give myself time to be able to look at situations with some distance between the actual and the factual and the full picture before putting it out there for everybody to read. With that said...
Life is what happens each and every day, the little mundane, often seemingly unimportant stuff of day to day living and every now and again you're throw a curve ball (or two) and you have to decide if you are going to make the play or let it drop. The last several months have been curve balls of sickness and death, one was fielded and the other hit squarely between the eyes. Those of you that have experienced death of a loved one know exactly what I am talking about, and if you have not experienced this, trust me it is like being hit by a Mack truck. HARD.
Daddy passed away last weekend, he was surrounded by family and he went peacefully. I am grateful for the Hospice nurses and his team of Doctors and Nurses at Mayo. They were gentle, compassionate and caring.
And now comes the hard part for those left behind to pick up the broken pieces of their lives. It isn't easy for anyone, but I imagine it is much harder for those who do not know Jesus to understand death and to walk through the grief and sorrow alone.
Psalms 23 comes to mind "and ye though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for thou art with me, thy rod and thy staff they comfort me...." I am truly grateful that I do not walk this path alone and that the Lord Jesus walks with me and comforts me and brings me peace.