March 11
The last few days have been busy with phone calls, texts and funeral arrangements. My children went with me to the funeral home to make some decisions. It’s just hard.
On one hand, I feel like I’ll be heading to the hospital at any time to pick him up and bring him home. And then I realize he’s not here anymore. I’m not sure how I’ll handle it when the kids all leave. Right now, the kids are a distraction and they want things to do to take their minds off the hole that is left in our lives.
I’m still a bit numb and emotionally spent all at the same time.
Where’s the joy?
I am thankful for my children who have come to stay with me and help me through these first few days.
I pray for wisdom and courage to walk this road. I know there will be ups and downs, I’d like peace in the midst of it all.
I rejoice that Jesus Christ died and rose again so that we do not have to suffer a permanent death, but will be with Him one day.
O God, You are my God; I shall seek You earnestly; my should thirsts for You, my flesh yearns for You in a dry and weary land where there is no water.
Thus I have seen You in the sanctuary, to see Your power and Your glory.
Because Your lovingkindness is better than life, My lips will praise You, so I will bless You as long as I live; I will lift up my hands in Your name.
Psalm 63:1-4
TRICIA LATHROP 