2018 has come and gone. All that was brought to pass is done – and it cannot be undone.
Time to look ahead. I want 2019 to be the best year yet for my family, my friends, and myself.
I pray that we will all make 2019 the year when we commit to love God with the very essence of our being and that we show love to others in such a way that they will, without a doubt, see the love of Christ.
With so much going on in the world right now, sometimes it’s easy to get caught up in it all and feel stressed. Then I remember this: God is still in control and the things that happen here are just a blip on the journey to eternity.
“So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.”
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This past week I have been, once again, reminded of the brevity of our time here on earth.
Two precious women were taken by death, one very unexpectedly – at 24 years old-due to a tragic auto accident. The other, passing at 59 after a long battle with cancer.
I would say the 24-year-old did not know, when she woke up that morning, that it would be her last day in her earthly body. The 59-year-old was well aware that soon she would see Jesus, as her battle with cancer had been a long one, and her earthly body was tired and worn-out.
Of course, all who were touched by their beautiful lives are saddened by the void that will never be filled here on this earth. However, the one thing both of these godly women had in common is that, while they lived, their lights shone brightly for Jesus. And while both families mourn the loss they are comforted in knowing that their loved ones souls now rest eternally in the arms of Jesus.
I Corinthians 15:53-56 “For the perishable must clothe itself with the imperishable, and the mortal with immortality. When the perishable has been clothed with the imperishable, and the mortal with immortality, then the saying that is written will come true: “Death has been swallowed up in victory. Where or death, is your victory? Where, O death, is your sting? The sting of death is sin, and the power of sin is the law. But thanks be to God! He gives us victory through our Lord Jesus Christ”.
“A house is made of brick and stone, but a home is made of love alone.
This was my parent’s last house together. It recently sold at an auction that I was there to witness. I was overcome with emotions as my sister and I walked out of it for the last time, knowing we will never be back at this place – the place that my Mama and Daddy called home for the last 30 years. Daddy passed in April and I remember the day in early March that he was carried out on a stretcher on his way to the E.R. my sister and I looked at each other and said “he’ll never be back here.” And that proved to be the case.
This was the place their 6 grandchildren and their 12 great-grandchildren knew as Memaw’s and Pawpaw’s house. It’s where Daddy said a prayer of thanksgiving for every bite of food eaten around the kitchen table; for the cornbread cooked in that black cast iron skillet, for the blackberry cobblers, and fried chicken cooked up by Mama; where grand kids and then later, great grands, played on the rolling green slope of the backyard. It was here that he and my Mama took care of the almost 4 acres, tending flowers and growing vegetables. It’s the place where, on one cold December day nearly 10 years ago, my Daddy told my Mama not to feed the stray yellow lab that showed up on their doorstep or they would never get rid of her. And that yellow lab named Princess by my Daddy, who had never been a dog person, became his faithful canine companion as he began to suffer from the effects of the dementia that would eventually take him. It’s the place where he and my mother spent almost half of their 61+ years of married life, so the memories run deep and strong.
And now Daddy has gone on to his final home; Mama has moved into a new home. And of course we will make new memories there. But we will miss my Daddy and we will reminisce about the times that were shared at this 3 bedroom brick ranch house right off Horse Mountain Road and Philippi Church Road, the place where my parents lived, loved, and they built a home.