Monday, July 18
Sunday, July 17
michelle called to say that the nurse was there and said you probably wouldn't make it through the night. i had a feeling that would be the case. today i pray for release. i pray for comfort (as always). and i pray for our family.
and i rejoice. i drove down the interstate, listening to hymns and praise songs. the sun was bright, the air was warm and the clouds were deep. that kind of depth that hypnotizes me, makes me think that if i stared hard enough and long enough, i'd be able to see far enough. i imagined you leaving. well, really, i imagined you arriving. reuniting. humbly bowing.
how great thou art
when Christ shall come with shouts of acclamation
and take me home what joy shall fill my heart
then i shall bow in humble adoration
and there proclaim, "my God how great Thou art!"
Wednesday, July 6
Wednesday, June 15
i pray that when you go walking through the days and years of your past, you find happiness and love and laughter and contentment. i pray that you are able to let go of the bad and rejoice in the good.
that your dreams are perfectly skewed.
Tuesday, November 16
i pray for you often. for your comfort, your peace, your health, your happiness. one thing i have not thought to pray for is your faith. i recently read the below. katherine reminds me of you.
from thighs and offerings:
There is little that I can say to that. Even the nurses, much more attuned to the physical signs and symptoms of end of life, find it hard to give our patients much in the way of specifics.
I can, though, affirm her faith. I can remind her of the faithful who have gone before her, who have cried out to God day and night. I can read her the promises of a faithful God, putting this time of perceived silence into the context of a God who speaks, who responds, and who is just. And when Katherine finds it nearly impossible to pray once more for herself, I can pray for her.
Indeed, the life of faith is a long and often brutal race. More often than not, we find ourselves fed up and worn down, unconvinced than we are capable of continuing on the road before us. As Christians, though, we must continue. And we can. For though it is often difficult, lonely, and downright terrifying, Christ assures us that it is a just judge who accompanies us, who hears us, and who will respond.
Sunday, January 31
and i forgot that i'd even asked until a few hours later when i saw something AP posted online. one of Poppy's famous one-liners. and i'm reminded of the song that urges us to "Cry Out to Jesus" because "He'll meet you wherever you are."
even on facebook.
to everyone who's lost someone they love
long before it was their time
you feel like the days you had were not enough
when you said goodbye
and to all of the people with burdens and pains
keeping you back from your life
you believe that there's nothing and there is no one
who can make it right
chorus
there is hope for the helpless
rest for the weary
love for the broken heart
there is grace and forgiveness
mercy and healing
He'll meet you wherever you are
cry out to Jesus, cry out to Jesus
for the marriage that's struggling just to hang on
they lost all of their faith and love
they've done all they can to make it right again
ttill it's not enough
for the ones who can't break the addictions and chains
you try to give up but you come back again
just remember that you're not alone in your shame
and your suffering
chorus
when your lonely (when you're lonely)
and it feels like the whole world is falling on you
you just reach out, you just cry out to Jesus
cry to Jesus
to the widow who suffers from being alone
wiping the tears from her eyes
for the children around the world without a home
say a prayer tonight
chorus
"cry out to Jesus" by third day
Wednesday, January 20
Wednesday, November 25
Monday, October 26
i don't know why i'm writing about this. admitting it. it's a little embarrassing, but something brought me here and made me start telling this story.
i sat down last night to go through the cards and stick them to cardstock for your notebook. i was especially moved by the note from Aunt Martie. for Poppy's 94th birthday, this is what his 90 year old sister had to say:
Dear Arthur,
I'm so sorry you and Lillie missed my big "90" birthday. All my family gave me a beautiful party in Synodical Hall.
Can't believe we are now in the 90's - what happened to all those years. ??? God has been good to us. I send you, my "favorite brother," love, hugs, prayers and joy. May God hold you very close.
A big hug for Lillie.
"Your sweetest sister -" Martie
i turned the card over and there's a Bible verse on the back. i didn't glue the card all the way down, because i want you to be able to read the back.
"for i know the plans i have for you," declares the Lord,
"plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future."
jer 29:11
i pray that you find comfort in knowing that Poppy's passing was all in God's plan. i pray you're reminded that even though we weren't expecting it on that day, at that time, it was all a part of the plan and that God has given Poppy a great & glorious future. just as He said He would.
may God hold you very close.
Tuesday, October 6
i do, too. i know he would be checking on you if he were here, but i like to think that he's around in some way. you might not see him or hear him, but i hope you feel him.
i walked out into the fall night air and saw a gray cat on the sidewalk. i reached out to pet it and barely brushed it's back before it walked away. it wouldn't let me get close enough to touch it again. i wonder if that was Poppy's way of letting me know he's near.
i believe he is, Maunga. i pray that in in moments of deepest sorrow and in times of sweet nostalgia, you believe he's still near.
Wednesday, September 30
i pray that you are able to rest. i pray that you get well quickly so you can get back home where you can be more comfortable. i pray that you know that Poppy is looking after you. and that we all love you dearly.
[i also hope that i get well soon from my sniffles so i can come see you!]
Sunday, September 20
and then i noticed a black balloon floating along the ceiling.
the balloon dipped down.
the string tickled the air just above people's heads.
the balloon bounced and the string danced.
i held my breath, waiting to see if the string would make contact or where the balloon would land.
i barely held in my laughter.
it moved along the air - floating, but falling at the same time.
it made its way to the front row and brushed against our pastor's arm. he lifted his head and reach out for the string and anchored the balloon with a Bible.
Maunga, i hope you hear him when he speaks to you. i hope he can still make you laugh. he always loved to make us laugh, even when (maybe) we shouldn't.
Tuesday, September 1
at the end of my small group discussion tonight i started crying, looking at the two lists. in all my life i never knew Poppy to do any of the things that destroy oneness. i only saw him promote the bond that the two of you share. i'm sure that somewhere in your 65 years of marriage there were moments when one, if not both, of you were weary, or didn't resolve conflict, or did something else that can mar oneness. you're human. but i never saw it. i have only seen the two of you love each other dearly and clearly. even in frustration or anger, i saw you love.
may God continue to bless you with the love of a man who loved God so greatly. your marriage was and continues to be an inspiration to many and in that, continues to glorify Him.
Saturday, August 22
Tuesday, August 18
here is the story:
When he was very young, he waved his arms, snapped his massive jaws, and tromped around the house so that dishes trembled in the china cabinet. "Oh, for goodness' sake," his mother said. "You are not a dinosaur! You are a human being!" Since he was not a dinosaur, he thought for a time that he might be a pirate. "Seriously," his father said to him after school one day, "what do you want to be?" A fireman, maybe. Or a policeman. Or a soldier. Some kind of hero.
But in high school they gave him tests and told him he was good with numbers. Perhaps he'd like to be a math teacher? Or a tax accountant? He could make a lot of money doing that. It seemed a good idea to make money, what with falling in love and thinking about raising a family. So he became a tax accountant, even though he sometimes regretted it, because it made him feel, well, small. And he fell even smaller when he was no longer a tax accountant, but a retired tax accountant. Still worse: a retired tax accountant who forgot things. He forgot to take the garbage to the curb, to take his pill, to turn his hearing aid on. Every day it seemed he forgot more things, important things, like where his children lived and which of them were married or divorced.
Then one day, when he was out for a walk by the lake, he forgot what his mother had told him. He forgot that he was not a dinosaur. He stood blinking his dinosaur eyes in the bright sunlight, feeling its familiar warmth on his dinosaur skin, watching dragonflies flitting among the horsetails at the water's edge.
by Bruce Holland Rogers
and it made me wonder, did Poppy like his job? was he glad to be a salesmen and touch the lives he touched? i know he didn't like his boss, but did he like the people he worked with?
my prayer for you today is that you don't lament the questions you might not have asked. that you relish and appreciate the things you knew about Poppy and the things you did ask. that you don't think of any regret & what you "should have done" before he left us.
Wednesday, August 12
i pray your memories are clear and happy.
Sunday, August 9
on the day of Poppy's funeral i saw Uncle Randy folding up your walker to put in the back of Mom's car and i was overwhelmed with memories of Poppy doing the same. i thought back to a time when the three of us went to eat in Asheville (2003) and before i could even get the car in park and out of my seat, Poppy was headed to the trunk to get your walker out.
he loved to care for you. no matter how old & weak he was becoming, he took pride in looking after you. opening the car door, putting your walker away, and later, pushing your "chariot" to the elevator to go downstairs for meals. i admired him for always thinking of you and your comfort first.
Maunga, i pray that you know how far reaching yours and Poppy's influence has been. i know you're proud of your children, but i pray that you know how proud your children's children (or nieces) are of them, too. Poppy raised a man who clearly and dearly loved & respected him. a man who carries on the lessons Poppy taught him of how to be a true man and how to treat others. i pray that you are proud of yourself for the children you raised.
Saturday, August 8
today i pray that you'll ask. that whether you need company or help or food or more soft kleenex, i pray that you'll find the strength to be humble and ask those of us who love you very much. i hope that you'll ask God for the peace that you so deserve. you are such a strong woman - have been all my life - and i pray that you'll continue to be strong, but will know that it's okay to be weak - to be scared and sad and mad - too.
Friday, August 7
i pray that you will always feel his presence (and His presence!) in your time of sorrow. i pray that you'll remember how amazingly loved you were (and are!) by your wonderful husband and the family he made with you.