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Friday, December 18, 2009
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Judge
It is late.
I have been falling in and out of sleep for hours. Not like the gentle rolling hills of the countryside but like the crashing, choppy ocean waves before a storm.
The phone rings again all too loudly and my stomach tightens.
I hear the man next to me sigh and let the phone ring one more time before answering. It is too dark to see his face.
“Hello?”
That is all I can make out of the hushed conversation. But I know. Quiet tears roll slowly down my face. Emotions flood my heart as we wait for morning light.
He is gone. His job was done and the Maker called him home.
The next few days are a tornado of extended family, church services, emotionally draining decisions, laughter, sick children, tears, well-wishing friends, cards, flowers, baked ham and brownies. The Christmas tree stands only partly dressed with white sparkling lights.
I look at the photograph of him from two Christmases ago. He was reading the Christmas story from the Book of Luke. A family tradition that took place before the mad ripping of paper and flying of bows. You see my son, who was about 5 years old perched on the back of the recliner reading over his shoulder. My sister-in-law artfully shot this photograph. You cannot see any faces as it was photographed from the back, behind my son. I don’t even know if he knew my son was back there.
…but showing love to a thousand generations of those who love me and keep my commandments.
Deuteronomy 5:10
Precious Savior, thank you for our family ancestors who kept your commandments. For a thousand generations have been blessed and continue to be blessed for their faith and example set before us. May my children pass on the Christian faith to our future family for a thousand more generations. Amen
Thank you to everyone who has prayed with my family these past few weeks. “Judge” was an inspiration to many and he will be missed.
"Judge"
I have been falling in and out of sleep for hours. Not like the gentle rolling hills of the countryside but like the crashing, choppy ocean waves before a storm.
The phone rings again all too loudly and my stomach tightens.
I hear the man next to me sigh and let the phone ring one more time before answering. It is too dark to see his face.
“Hello?”
That is all I can make out of the hushed conversation. But I know. Quiet tears roll slowly down my face. Emotions flood my heart as we wait for morning light.
He is gone. His job was done and the Maker called him home.
The next few days are a tornado of extended family, church services, emotionally draining decisions, laughter, sick children, tears, well-wishing friends, cards, flowers, baked ham and brownies. The Christmas tree stands only partly dressed with white sparkling lights.
I look at the photograph of him from two Christmases ago. He was reading the Christmas story from the Book of Luke. A family tradition that took place before the mad ripping of paper and flying of bows. You see my son, who was about 5 years old perched on the back of the recliner reading over his shoulder. My sister-in-law artfully shot this photograph. You cannot see any faces as it was photographed from the back, behind my son. I don’t even know if he knew my son was back there.
…but showing love to a thousand generations of those who love me and keep my commandments.
Deuteronomy 5:10
Precious Savior, thank you for our family ancestors who kept your commandments. For a thousand generations have been blessed and continue to be blessed for their faith and example set before us. May my children pass on the Christian faith to our future family for a thousand more generations. Amen
Thank you to everyone who has prayed with my family these past few weeks. “Judge” was an inspiration to many and he will be missed.
"Judge"
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
My First Award!
How exciting! A new reader friend, Wanda at WandaStricklinRoberston awarded me the honor of the Superior Scribbler Award based on my post about our new role in life as my in-laws caretaker. Thank you Wanda!
The award rules:
Each Superior Scribbler must in turn pass The Award on to 5 most-deserving Bloggy Friends.
Each Superior Scribbler must link to the author & the name of the blog from whom he/she has received The Award.
Each Superior Scribbler must display The Award on his/her blog, and link to This Post, which explains The Award.
Each Blogger who wins The Superior Scribbler Award must visit this post and add his/her name to the Mr. Linky List.
That way, we’ll be able to keep up-to-date on everyone who receives This Prestigious Honor!
Each Superior Scribbler must post these rules on his/her blog.
I am still searching for my favorite reading blogs so I will post those hopefully tomorrow!
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