Jul,08 08
My mother died 2 years ago on July 8th, 2006. I miss her tremendously, and always will. Time has lessened the pain, but the wound never heals. My heart is still bleeding. The wound is still raw. With that in mind, I want to share her favorite song “He walks with me” (In the garden) by Anne Murray. My grandmother sang this to my mother when she was a little girl. My mother sang it to me. I sang it to my children. It is amazingly beautiful, yet it makes my heart ache to hear it. (Turn your speakers up, the volume is a little low)
“For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life. John 3:16″
but something had changed, or was changing. everything always did, no matter how much he loved what he had. the only redemption would be if all the tumbling and rearrangement were to mean something. but he was aware of no pattern. if there were one great equality, one fine universal balance that he could understand, then he would know that there were others, and that someday the curtain of the world would lift onto a sunny springlike stillness and reveal that nothing - nothing - had been for naught, neither the suffering of all the children that he had seen suffering, nor love that ends in death: nothing.
