I opened my email this week at work with the subject line: Highway Fatality.
As I read the the contents of the email my stomach lurched as I read that a co-worker's husband was killed on his way into the city that morning. The RCMP had arrived at work to inform her. My mind was scattered. I thought about when I got the phone call one morning at work telling me my father had passed away. I remember hearing the news in disbelief, even though I knew his death would occur. And then I realized that she would have to go home and tell her children what had happened. And then, besides grieving, there would be phone calls to relatives, a the trip to the funeral home, and the all the arrangements to be made. I remember dreading going back to work after my fathers death and facing my co-workers. I am so private about my emotions, especially when it is sadness and grieving, so I hope when I see my coworker, despite my awkwardness and the inadequacy of my words, I would like to tell her that I am sorry.
All I want to do this week is spend time with my son and tell him I love him. Because I love him so much I can't really express my love with any words. Basically I want to squeeze him till it hurts. I love him that much.
~b~
When Enough is Finally, Enough
1 week ago
Footprints
ReplyDeleteOne night a man had a dream. He dreamed He was walking along the beach with the LORD. Across the sky flashed scenes from His life. For each scene He noticed two sets of footprints in the sand. One belonging to Him and the other to the LORD.
When the last scene of His life flashed before Him, he looked back at the footprints in the sand. He noticed that many times along the path of His life there was only one set of footprints. He also noticed that it happened at the very lowest and saddest times of His life.
This really bothered Him and He questioned the LORD about it. LORD you said that once I decided to follow you, you'd walk with me all the way. But I have noticed that during the most troublesome times in my life there is only one set of footprints. I don't understand why when I needed you most you would leave me.
The LORD replied, my precious, precious child, I Love you and I would never leave you! During your times of trial and suffering when you see only one set of footprints, it was then that I carried you.
We can only hope that Charlene and family are being carried at this time :) This was a very nice post Becky :)