Hello Sisters,
Have I told you recently that I love you?
Listen to the song and the words in this music that Joanne posted last year on our sister blog. (see link at bottom of the entry) She had installed the hyper link to Celtic woman group and the song is “The Prayer ". Let us not forget that she had started the blog as a way for us to share and another way for all of us to always be connected! She knew so much that even still I am in awe of her legacy that she left for us in all of our hearts. I believe she knows and is staying connected!
Last night Pop, Margaret, her friend Charlotte and I attended a special remembrance service for those who have loved ones that have recently departed. The church was full. As we lit our candles the flickering light soften the shadows. It stretch into the dim reaches and it lit the many faces, young and old, some wet with tears, others bowed, hands folded-so many people and too many were familiar.
I felt a sense of connection with the moment. The quiet, I am learning to appreciate. An elderly couple right in front of me was holding hands and the lone woman behind me was whispering her personal prayers. I found myself pondering the many ways we each had arrived at this moment, what we think we want and what God wants for us. The service was filled with a message and good intentions but only a few words hinted of the gap of understanding and our need to accept our limitations. I know now I just have to accept what I don’t understand.
Here are a few phrases seemed to linger in my heart: “death is only a horizon, and a horizon is nothing save the limit of our sight”, “those who have been a light to us”, “the goodness that was unique to them”. I will keep these posted in my little corner in my very little room that has become a simple prayer filled refuge over the past few years.
As the service continued and I was saying the words I was reading, I looked at Pop. His eyes were squeezed shut-oh so telling of his struggle. He is grieving the loss of his bride and forever mate, mom, his baby girl Joanne and now his only son.
I had no new words of comfort but in the hope of lessening his pain, I continued to read the words before me, only more softly, all the while saying my own pray that he does hear his Answer. …” The seasons come and go, and I am weary from the change, I keep moving on, you know it’s not the same. And when I ‘m walking all alone do you hear me call your name?”….God, He wants to know he will be with her again.
Lord, please answer him in a way he can hear. I know he is reaching for faith- I pray he finds Your comfort and peace. Just as mom called our brother John “precious” and just as Pop has been there for all of us, let it be just as simple as a smile, for him to feel You words of love. Let him understand the love he had for mom was your love, the love she had and has for him even now is your love and what we all have and can share is now and alwasy was and will be is your love, You love us with the same love- “You are precious in my eyes, and I love you” (Is 43:4)
here is another link- one that has given some visuals and sounds to accompany my daily prayers.
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