Today, right this minute, the actual living Hans is not back there in the past. He is not here with me in my present except in my memories. Hans is in my future. Click here to read the whole thing.

Today, right this minute, the actual living Hans is not back there in the past. He is not here with me in my present except in my memories. Hans is in my future. Click here to read the whole thing.
"Elizabeth Prentiss, who lost two children, wrote "More Love To Thee" while deep in her grief." Click here to read the entire post.
"As death overcomes the body and the believer passes into life eternal, in the last moments of grace, is the still small voice of the Lord the last and clearest thing a child of God hears on earth?" Click here to read the entire post. Save
It would easy to spend all my time preoccupied with the past. The way it was. Looking at – no examining - old photographs. Studying, not just the image of our son, but the background, too. Everyday scenery that has not changed but is so totally different now. Trying to find the what-ifs casually arranged …
Eight days before Hans died, in Sunday morning worship at church, we sang the hymn “More Love to Thee” by Elizabeth Prentiss. It is a challenge for me to sing this hymn honestly and I have always hesitated when beginning verse three which, in our hymnbook, reads: Let sorrow do its work, Send grief and …
I can truthfully say, with a hurting, but thankful heart, that the Lord is preserving me through this trial. I stand softened and malleable to his loving hand as He bathes my raw wounds with His love. I experience a heightened sensitivity to his presence in the depths of my pain. I believe I am …