Today is April 17th. When I woke up this morning, my phone was blinking. It was telling me something.
I let myself think about him... about Roy. And his wife, Carman. And their three children. And about how Carman is still living life and having joy. I prayed for her, and the children, that they'd know the strength and hope that only our Father gives us. That they'd never lose sight of the fact that the day is coming when they'll be reunited with Roy. And that they'd live life to the fullest, today and tomorrow and every day until our Lord returns for us.
You see, today is Roy's birthday.
He went to heaven in 2007. I remember that phone call so clearly. It was Sunday morning, and Derek and I were standing outside our tent in that early-morning mist, half a country away from home. And we got that call... our 'brother' died. It ripped at our hearts and we knew we had to get home. Get home and be with our 'family.' There may not be any legal relationship to these people, but they are blood-brothers, having chosen Christ as Lord. We drove, and drove, and drove... it was a long, rough trip, but we did it.
It wasn't that long after my Gramma died. I feel like we (Roy's legal and biological family, and I) have grieved together. And I pray that today, they are where I am. I pray that they can think of him and smile, even though their hearts are a little sad. I pray that there is peace and hope, not sorrow. I pray that they feel whole again.
1 Thessalonians 4:15-18
For this we say to you by the word of the Lord, that we who are alive and remain until the coming of the Lord will by no means precede those who are asleep. For the Lord Himself will descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of an archangel, and with the trumpet of God. And the dead in Christ will rise first. Then we who are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air. And thus we shall always be with the Lord. Therefore comfort one another with these words.
Sunday, April 17, 2011
It's April 17th.
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I am a Christian. I am a wife. I am a daughter. I am a friend. I have babies in heaven. I take pictures. Love to write. I strive to show compassion.
Derek is also a Christian. He is a husband - to me. An amazing husband. He loves intensely. Laughs freely. He is strong. I am amazed when I consider that he chose ME. I love him. He loves me.
This is my Gramma. Eileen. Of everyone I have ever known, she is the one I desire to be like. She was wildly compassionate. Generous. A woman of integrity. Goofy. Cute. My hero. She is in Heaven.
Bayleigh is intense. She is small. She is beautiful. Sweet. Wild. Mischevious without limits. And she chirps.
Furbis is the epitome of catness. He is handsome. Big. Sweet. Dangerously intelligent. Strong. He breaks things. And talks.
Calliah is special. Furbis chose her. She is sweet. Not very smart. Funny. Pretty. Puts her toys in water. And the more she loves you, the harder she bites.
Izzy is super sweet. She's pretty. Passionate about playing. She licks things. She doesn't talk much. Snuggles a lot. And sleeps on my head.
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