Love photographs them in the heart! (William Thoseby, "Foot-prints on the Sands of Time" 1869) It is true there are strong consolations and compensations in Divine providence, but even the Christian consolations cannot drink up all the heart's sorrow in the hour of separating death. We cry with truth, but yet in tears, "O death, … Continue reading Love Photographs Them in the Heart!
sorrow
Revised Post: The Facts
"This heavy sorrow is what I feel. It is not a reflection of what I, as a Christian, believe. I know where our son is and I believe what God has told me about our eternal home. Why then do I sorrow? It is because each crashing wave of grief is my flesh crying out … Continue reading Revised Post: The Facts
Joy and Sorrow United
"So many painful moments, times when just breathing seemed too much, joy would rise up through the tears, not to displace the sorrow but to engulf and sanctify it. This overwhelming collision of emotions would sometimes come hard and fast without warning. Other times I could feel it building slowly and would arrange to find … Continue reading Joy and Sorrow United
The Butterfly
Of the many beautiful flowers that were given for Hans’ memorial service, only one is still alive and thriving in our home - an orchid, with its one big showy cluster of purple flowers at the end of a long vine-like stem. When we brought it home after the service, wrapped in plastic to protect … Continue reading The Butterfly
The Facts
In the early months of grieving for our son, sorrow, longing and anguish felt like a connection to him. They were a sort of conduit, a frantic grasping for nearness. To remember him was to be with him. All conscious thought was focused on getting to him – right now. To weep was to hold … Continue reading The Facts
Joysorrow
Forward. That is the direction I need to be moving. Forward is where our son is. Forward is where I will see my Savior face to face. Moving forward is not the same as moving on. Moving on is putting the past behind you and trying to forget. Moving on is something I will never … Continue reading Joysorrow
