Monday, October 13, 2008

This week marks the twelfth...

anniversary of James' death. A dozen years. It doesn't sound right. The word "dozen" should go with eggs or roses or even cats. Well, maybe not cats.

It should, however, not go with years as in how long I've grieved for my son.

I attended a funeral this weekend. My friend's 89 year old father had died in the night. He went to sleep here and woke up there. The pastor remembering him and his long, faithful life read from Revelation 21:4,
He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.

As tears rolled down my face for my friend's loss, I remembered my own, and then turned my face to this one and most solid hope--God always keeps His Word. There will be a day of no more grieving.

The years, no matter how many dozen, will not matter at all.


  1. Elle, I am so sorry that you have this grief to bear but so thankful that we have our Great God to turn to with it. Keeping you in prayer this week.

  2. Amen.

    Your lasting grief is a lasting testament to your love for James and his lasting presence in your life.

    As Gandalf said, "I will not say do not weep, for not all tears are an evil."

    I am sorry.

  3. May God continue to give you eyes that see and a heart and mind that know His love for you and James...

  4. Thanks be to God that you do not grieve as those who have no hope...

    May the Lord continue to be your comfort and peace...

  5. May Father God give you the comfort you need today ...

    I love your blog. It is a lovely place. I'll certainly be back for another visit.

  6. I do not have the understanding or words. May He who understands your pain comfort you.