It’s spring, and I cannot help but reflect on this past year, back to last spring when Brian was chopping down FOUR trees: three oaks and a huge basswood.
Who could have imagined he’d be with Jesus this spring?
Not I. Sometimes I get glimpses of reality through my numbness and the shock just makes me catch my breath.
Yes, I still have trouble believing my fit and energetic husband is not here.
Do you know how many times I’ve had a racing heart and wondered if I was going to join him since then?
More times than I can count. Don’t be surprised if you hear I’m gone! It’ll either be the Rapture or something like what Brian experienced! Well, that is what I think.
Stress can cause many physical symptoms, and believe me, I’ve had my share of symptoms this year.
God has given me rest at night, and that is a HUGE blessing. Someone must be praying for that exactly!
Will you pray for my mom to get good rest, too, now? As we age sleep becomes more elusive at night.
She needs it because she has a heart condition. She needs good rest. Stress has touched her and dad too, of course. Can you believe that my parents have lost FOUR children?
Susan died of a brain tumor in 2006, Jud and Mary were killed by a drunk driver in 2019, and now Brian has passed from heart failure. Pray that my brother and his wife, and I, stick around to care for Mom and Dad for awhile.
I know that I shouldn’t worry. “Cast your cares on the Lord !”
How about the Bob Marley song, “Don’t Worry About Anything!” Clearly he knew the Lord.
Springtime is a time of expectation. I have no idea how I will manage the yard and the splitting of wood for filling the woodshed. I have no idea how it will all pan out with multiple things. Do we, any of us, really know?
Of course not.
I will continue to take one day at a time, hunkering down, managing.
God is always good. Can I trust Him?
Yes. I can trust Him and His promises, even when it seems hard to understand the depth of pain and loss, grief and sin in all of us.
MARANATHA, Lord Jesus. We are waiting.
The time of the singing of birds is come, the winter is past and the rain is here. COME AWAY!
Do you remember that Merv and Merla song? I’ll see if I can find it on YouTube.