Scripture Reading: Hebrews 10:26-31 “For if we go on sinning deliberately after receiving the knowledge of the truth, there no longer remains a sacrifice for sins, but a fearful expectation of judgment, and a fury of fire that will consume the adversaries.” (Hebrews 10:26-27) The pastor who wrote this letter deeply cared for his people. […]
The sky is falling,the sky is falling cried Chicken Little as she ran about the barn yard. It hadn’t really. It was just an acorn that had fallen from the big oak tree,or so the story goes. But the sky really did fall on the morning of August 8.
The day started out early, earlier than usual because we had to make a trip to Jackson, sixty-five miles away. . Mr. P had an appointment with his cardiologist. The appointment had been made a year ago and we were looking forward to the visit. Dr. Lawson is a good man and a great doctor. He really cares for his patients. Two years ago he had put two stents in Mr. P and after a short period he was able to return to normal work around the farm . Being fit enough to build fences,taking care of the cows, hauling hay, home repairs and loving on our brood of grandchildren was all anyone could ask for.
After breakfast ( we don’t go anywhere without breakfast ) we headed out to the car . I put a card in he mail box, turned around and ….good grief…we have a flat. Mr. P wasn’t to happy. He went back in, got the air compressor while I got the spare tire out. Trying to plug the unit in something went terrible wrong. I could tell he was having trouble and called out to wait and I would help. It was then that the sky fell and my life shattered into a thousand pieces.
By the time I got to him he had gone down, his head was blue.no pluse, no response.. He was gone! It happened just that fast..I called 911 and after some confusion (we don’t have very good reception out here) the EMT were on their way. It didn’t matter, he was gone and they weren’t going to be able to help.today
Calls to both of my sons went silent,but calls to my daughters in law was answered . Having to tell them “He’s gone” just kinda stuck in my throat. They were all here shortly.
I have learned through the years that scripture tells us to be thankful for all things, but my first response was ” Please don’t do this to me.” directed to Mr. P not to God. Of course he didn’t answer…he was gone.
Why? Why now ? Why this way? My Savior has the answers . I’ll have to wait to hear, but today I have the peace that only God can give.
Miss him? Of course. We had just had our 50th wedding anniversary on June 30. He has always been here,or at least I knew he was coming back. He loved me more than life its self. We have, through the years of raising four sons, the tragic death of our youngest son, adjusting to moving all over the South chasing rainbows made a lasting love that is hard to come by in this day and age.
My days are now spent taking care of business and a lot of just business. Every one has been very helpful. After all the flooding there are people in need of clothes. Getting Mr. P’s closet empty wasn’t bad at all. I’ve cleaned the flower beds, check on the cows,started cleaning out the greenhouse and just generally stay busy. It helps. The nights are another matter. That is when it is so apparent he isn’t on a road trip with my son and he isn’t coming back. The tears fall,but they ( who ever they are ) say that’s a good thing. It will get better….it will.
My mother gets every catalog out there. In the newest BAS Bleu there is a book that looks interesting. It is called Wait For Me: The irritations and consolations of a long marriage. by Judith Viorst. The introduction reads…So just in case there’s a place where we go when we die, And just in case you should get there before I do ,I don’t , when it’s my turn, want to spent eternity looking for you. So let’s decide where we will meet. Let’s decide / Where you’ll wait for wait for me.”
Well, there is a place where we go when we die and if you are a believer in Jesus Christ it is a good place. Mr. p will be waiting for me at the entrance with our son and others we have love here in this life time. I pray we will see you there too.
“All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story or tell a story about them.” Isak Dineson
Fifty years ago today our lives changed with the announcement of Mr.and Mrs.
Can’t tell you how many blogs I have commented on trying to win something, just something, any thing.. Then it happened . Stampendous emailed me and sure enough I finally won. Choosing the Country Cottage stamp set I waited for the postman and Wow! more than I was expecting came. There were cute little cut outs to make cute things.So…what to make?
Still catching up…It helps that my DH has gone on a farm trip. today he is learning about growing Alfalfa and Baliage ( a special way to harvest hay).Never to old to learn something new.
On to Mother’s Day 2016. ..My M-n-L passed away earlier this Spring so only had one card to come up with. We do miss her but she had been ready to leave for a while and it was a blessing she went so peacefully.
This was my mothers gift . A box of gift cards of course. They had to be cut down and envelopes made to fit the box. lol The directions for the box were on Splitcoaststampers and also on Dana Kowals blog but I must have done something wrong because A2 cards didn’t fit. Such is life at Lateblooming Designs.
I know…some people just can’t get their act together and I seem to be one of them when it comes to blogging. I promised a friend to post my Easter card and well….here it is. better late than never
Sandra Gunn found the butterfly. Hope she enjoys it and I am sure her charity will put the $250. to good use.
Thank you to the Carthaginian for helping support the drop and everyone who went out on the hunt.
“Be the change you want to see” the Butterfly tribe