"...Because they are just butterflies, they do not know they have come into the house to die." Click here to read the entire post.
Joined in God – Streams in the Desert 08/19 http://womenofchristianity.com/joined-in-god-streams-in-the-desert-0819/ “As sorrowful, yet always rejoicing” (2 Cor. 6:10). "When Sorrow sang, her notes were like the low sweet call of the nightingale, and in her eyes was the unexpectant gaze of one who has ceased to look for coming gladness. She could weep in tender … Continue reading Joy and Sorrow United
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!
"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
Joined in God – Streams in the Desert 08/19 http://womenofchristianity.com/joined-in-god-streams-in-the-desert-0819/ “As sorrowful, yet always rejoicing” (2 Cor. 6:10). Sorrow was beautiful, but her beauty was the beauty of the moonlight shining through the leafy branches of the trees in the wood, and making little pools of silver here and there on the soft green moss … Continue reading Joy and Sorrow United
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. After we brought it home from the service, wrapped in plastic to protect it … Continue reading The Butterfly
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
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