It has come to three of our friends that
God has taken their husband to be with him far earlier than anyone would have
expected. We are left to question his intent, to deal with: hurt, surrender, to
empathize with the wives and children, and truly never comprehend their pain.
From a distance we offer what they are willing to share of their vulnerability.
Hope is all we have to cling to when the
funerals, families, and friends have gone home. Hope that their lives were for
the glory of God. To treasure the spring leaves renewing growth in nature, to
renew growth in us. To see triumphs and trials with novel understanding of the
journey we are on is not for this lifetime, yet for so many to come. We are part
of a glorious continuum that has no commencement and no culmination. A depth so
imparting of who God has created in each of us to share with one another. The
labyrinth of color, creed, gender, and all religions living harmoniously for
his good is our aspiration.
When our minds will not seize to spin look
into a rose peddle to feel his mercy for you, again and again. Our tongues are
to utter thoughtful loving words that ruminate contemplation. Our ears to hear
intentions from him and act upon them eagerly knowing it is he that we are
serving. Be delighted with those that anger us for it is a lesson in patience
for us to teach one another. Heed his instructions for they hold fortitude and
resolve. Lean on him with all your power for he will rejuvenate all those that
come to him on bended knees.
Leave this earth with nothing, knowing you
have served well and have emptied the reservoir he has given you.
