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Where’s the Joy? A Widow’s Walk

June 10

It’s only been three months, but feels much longer.

Yesterday, Norm’s college friends got together to plant two trees. One in memory of Norm, the other in memory of Linda. Like me, she joined the group post college because she fell in love with one of the friends. Linda was a later addition to the group, but made a big impact in the short time we had together.

These friends reached out often to Norm and to me with words, cards, gifts of encouragement. He began to call them his “forever friends”. Linda reached out often because she experienced and survived the same cancer as Norm, she gave him hope in the fight. Unfortunately, her cancer returned and she passed away just a few weeks after Norm.

We planted the trees on Debbie’s property, where the group has met for the last few years since Covid. It was a beautiful tribute to Norm and Linda. Lots of memories of the joy and laughter they brought to all our lives…and tears, for the loss of their joy and laughter.

Where’s the joy?

I am thankful for these friends of Norm who became my friends.

I pray for my family and friends, that they will come to know the grace of the Lord.

We have not ceased to pray for you, asking that you may be filled with the knowledge of His will in all spiritual wisdom and understanding, so as to walk in a manner worthy of the Lord, fully pleasing to Him: bearing fruit in every good work and increasing in the knowledge of God; being strengthened with all power, according to His glorious might, for all endurance and patience with joy; giving thanks to the Father, who has qualified you to share in the inheritance of the saints in light.

He has delivered us from the domain of darkness and transferred us to the kingdom of His beloved Son, in whom we have redemption, the forgiveness of sins.

Colossians 1:9-14

I rejoice that God provides people to walk with us on earth, to bring encouragement, joy and sometimes a challenge.

Where’s the joy? It’s in the friends and people around me, God’s gift to help me walk this path.

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Where’s the Joy? A Widow’s Walk.

April 15

It’s been a tough day. I saw this picture and thought “I will not see this smile again”…at least not until I get to heaven. On the worst of my days, Norm could always make me laugh.

Sometimes I can push through, other times I am overwhelmed with sorrow. I know it is to be expected, it doesn’t make the pain any less. When you love someone, it hurts when they are gone.

I miss his presence, his laughter, his wisdom…the house is very quiet without him. I can turn on the TV or music…just not the same.

Where’s the joy?

I am thankful for the great memories that I have of Norm. We loved each other, raised wonderful kids, and had some great adventures.

I pray for grace for myself, and that I will extend grace to others.

I rejoice that God is faithful. He has a plan. I can trust Him to do what is best, and to walk me through the path He has laid out before me.

Where’s the joy? Great memories.

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The Wonder of Christmas

I awoke early Christmas morning, being careful not to waken my sisters and went to the living room. I checked out the presents that lay scattered beneath the tree, touched each of the ornaments and found a clump of tinsel that I slowly spread out.

The day before, we had gone with Dad to select the tree, a live one that he could plant in the yard after Christmas. Mom found a large bucket and filled it with water. My brother and Dad maneuvered the tree into the house and put it into the bucket. We all helped to stretch the lights, replacing the burnt out bulbs.

Jeemes and Dad strung the lights while my sisters and I waited patiently…well, not so patiently. Finally Mom brought out the ornaments which included four beautiful, fragile white and gold eight inch balls that Mom bought for her first Christmas with Dad. The original set included twelve ornaments but over the years our young hands broke them one by one.

Then came the tinsel. I hated hanging tinsel, one boring strand at a time, it took forever. I accelerated the hanging of tinsel to two strands at a time, then three and finally just threw clumps at the tree…always towards the back so Mom wouldn’t see.

Chilled, I heard the furnace come on and went to sit on the air vent. I enjoyed the lights of the tree, their multi-colored glow reflecting throughout the dark room. The picture Mom had painted on the window caught some of the early morning light, a nativity scene where Jesus slept on the hay surrounded by several sheep, a donkey and a cow.

The wonder of Christmas permeated my spirit, warming my insides just as the furnace warmed my hands and feet. I reveled in the time of peace, before everyone awoke and chaos erupted.

I miss that time of calm early Christmas morning. When did I get so busy doing Christmas that I lost the wonder?

When my kids were home, I stayed up late getting ready for Christmas morning. I got out of the habit of resting in the quiet of the morning.

Don’t get me wrong, I love the Christmas season; the carols, the decorations the friends, the baking, and the shopping…but sometimes I get so trapped in the wrapping that I forget the awe of the Gift.

O God, thou art my God: early will I seek thee: my soul thirsts for thee in a dry and thirsty land where no water is; To see thy power and thy glory, so as I have seen thee in the sanctuary.

Because thy lovingkindness is better than life, my lips shall praise thee, thus will I bless thee while I live:

I will lift up my hands in thy name. My soul shall be satisfied as with marrow and fatness; and my mouth shall praise thee with joyful lips when I remember thee upon my bed, and meditate on thee in the night watches. Psalm 63:1-6 KJV

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