Yesterday my sweet little sister goes by and decorates her spot.
Spring is on it's way ~ His creation echoes "new life".
Soon it will be Easter,
when the One who gave His life to make all things new for us is celebrated.
To think …
one day when Jesus comes back,
that spot where her sweet Earth clothes lie in repine,
that spot where the earth will be broken,
her sweet frame will be reunited with her spirit.
Her body will be resurrected just as His was years ago.
That's HOPE.
For the Lord himself will descend from heaven with a cry of command, with the voice of an archangel, and with the sound of the trumpet of God. And the dead in Christ will rise first.
~1Thessalonians 4:16
My mind dwells on this thought when I visit her spot, when I recall His promise.
I miss her like crazy.
It hurts so deeply.
I'm tired of being sad and being sad makes me so very tired.
Vicious cycle of grief.
I cry to Him,
I know He hears me.
He holds this broken momma-heart.
It's been a little over 4 months since she left for Home.Feels like yesterday.
Yet, feels like forever
since I last held her,
since I last held her,
smelled her hair,
kissed her cheek.
kissed her cheek.
Overwhelms me to think I'll grieve the rest of my life.
I won't ever get over her.
Those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength.
They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary,
they will walk and not be faint.
Isaiah 40:31
The Boys ...
These 2 little bundles of "snakes and snails and puppy dog tails"
certainly remind me that the Lord still has purpose for this momma.
They make me laugh
and cook
and clean
and do laundry
and play
and teach
and mend boo boos
and mediate disagreements
and read books
and wipe noses
and on and on.
Being Luke and Sam's momma is such a gift.
Thinking of Lydia's brief days reminds me of
the most important concept I can teach these boys,
the way to Heaven.
Jesus said to him,
“I am the way,
and the truth,
and the life.
No one comes to the Father
except through me.
John 14:6
