Saturday, December 14, 2013

While I Was Gone

It's hard to believe that it has been nearly a year since I wrote anything on this blog.  It wasn't planned to take a break but one day the words stopped coming.  Even now it is still difficult, but in my spirit I feel it is time to at least try. And so I will.

Much has changed in the past year and yet much remains the same. Quite frankly I don't know where the time went. Seems it just flew by.

Time, what a precious commodity that is!  My children don't like for me to say this but I will--I have more days behind me that I have before me.  But I hope to be a good steward of how ever many days the Lord has left for me.  I hope I can at least do that.

Earlier this year my precious son in law lost his mother and her presence has been and will be sorely missed this holiday season.  There have been others that have gone on before her.  My own Mom and Dad, grandmothers and grandfathers--aunts, uncles, cousins and friends.  I can only imagine what a wonderful time they must be having in heaven. I miss them all so very much but when I think of them all together in gloryland it causes my heart to leap for joy and brings tears to my eyes because I know, let me repeat this, I KNOW, that this life is not the end of our story. There will be a great reunion day someday and as the song says, what a great day that will be!

 Blessings of peace & all that is good.
 Merry Christmas everyone!

 Gone From My Sight
 By Henry Van Dyke

I am standing upon the seashore.
A ship, at my side, spreads her white sails to the moving breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength. I stand and watch her until, at length, she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.

 Then, someone at my side says, "There, she is gone"

 Gone where? Gone from my sight. That is all.

She is just as large in mast, hull and spar as she was when she left my side. And, she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port. Her diminished size is in me -- not in her.

 And, just at the moment when someone says, "There, she is gone," there are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices ready to take up the glad shout, "Here she comes!"


Patrinas Pencil said...

Welcome Home! This world is not our home..but while we are here we are called to occupy..until His triumphant return. so for now, this is home.

I haven't blogged for 6 months! was logged in tonight and there you were. Just wanted to say I identify. There are more years behind me than before me...indeed. But we've miles to go before we sleep. Here's to new beginnings!

I pray the Lord gives us the strength and the passion share His heart in these chaotic times we are facing.

Renew our hearts and minds, Lord...that we might be open to your leading every step of the way. It is with humility, Lord, that I ask for Deb and I both...that you anoint our words - to be a blessing to at least one soul. May they find new HOPE in you, O Lord.

Merry Christmas, Deb, to you and your loved ones. May God bless you and fill you with His Joy as you celebrate His birth... and remember the great cloud of witness' that have gone on before!

Loved the poem... I especially liked these words - "Her diminished size is in me -- not in her." and...""Here she comes!"

patrina <")>><

Susan said...

Glad to see your post. A good one indeed!!!

forsythia said...

Glad to have you back. I think of you so often. This post is beautiful poetry.