20 weeks - Signs of Life
"As the deer pants for streams of water,
so my soul pants for you, O God."
Psalm 42:1
Later Norm & I made a quick "quiet" run and as we came out of the store, there was "that ambulance". It just seemed strange that we did not see it earlier, and here it was just outside the door, and had to walk right by it. Such memories from that day. We talked, had some tears (again) and decided to stop at the cemetery on the way home. We don't do this often, but we have to set some cement there soon for the gravestone to be on, so we thought while we were thinking of it, we'd stop. Seeing that dry dirt, no grass yet, next to Angela's gravestone, of course, brings that awful sting back. We held each other's hands tight as we walked up to the gravesite. And then, we saw, fresh, deer tracks across his grave. Matthew loved finding the deer tracks in the woods. He loved being outdoors. Then by Angela's gravestone I noticed some soft gray fur. I moved some of it and it just blew away. I noticed some more by the corner of her gravestone, and then realized I saw a little bunny's ears just underneath. I didn't touch it. It looked like it's eyes were already open. We could only see one. But it just seemed to touch both Norm and I. LIFE
Psalm 42
As the deer pants for streams of water,
so my soul pants for you, O God.
My soul thirsts for God, for the living God.
When can I go and meet with God?
My tears have been my food
day and night, while men say to me all day long,
"Where is your God?"
These things I remember as I pour out my soul:
how I used to go with the multitude,
leading the procession to the house of God,
with shouts of joy and thanksgiving
among the festive throng.
Why are you downcast, O my soul?
Why so disturbed within me?
Put your hope in God,
for I will yet praise him,
my Savior and my God.
My soul is downcast within me;
therefore I will remember you
from the land of the Jordan,
the heights of Hermon—from Mount Mizar.
Deep calls to deep in the roar of your waterfalls;
all your waves and breakers
have swept over me.
By day the LORD directs His love,
at night His song is with me—
a prayer to the God of my life.
I say to God my Rock,
"Why have you forgotten me?
Why must I go about mourning,
oppressed by the enemy?"
My bones suffer mortal agony
as my foes taunt me,
saying to me all day long,
"Where is your God?"
Why are you downcast, O my soul?
Why so disturbed within me?
Put your hope in God,
for I will yet praise Him,
my Savior and my God.
2 Comments:
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Thanks, again, for a great reminder, and a surely painful glimpse into your heartbreak.
Yet we know, though too oft we forget--Our God Reigns!!!
I've been praying for you!
I'm so glad God has beautiful ways to comfort people :)
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