Geez. That song is beautiful. The table is beautiful.
I love trains. As kids we always waved at the engineers, never knowing/understanding our grandfather was killed by one. How that must have torn my mother's heart.
The song itself, though, is glorious, as a "whoaaaaaa" moment for me. We received a call last night my father-in-law is hospitalized, suffering-we are waiting on an update, but it looks as if his time is coming soon. Thank you for this song, it gave me an opportunity to stop and put some thoughts together in my heart.
The only three (one just safely back from Iraq) who will carry on the name were just together for the first time in ages, at our house, and I was able to get a most awesome picture of them, for him, praise God.
Any and all prayers for him and for the family would be appreciated.
Thanks, ya'll. This is just awesome, awesome.
Prayers on the way, freema.
Thank you for this song, it gave me an opportunity to stop and put some thoughts together in my heart.
Well, I am glad that I posted it, particularly knowing that it gave you some comfort. (((((((((freema)))))))))).
Prayers for the Heroes in your family who defend and protect Freedom. God Bless.
Oh, prayers for your father-in-law and family freema. ((((freema)))))
I am so sorry to read the sad news about your father-in-law. Prayers for you, dear freema.
It never is easy to lose one's parents.
Mine put me on a plane to join B. in South Dakota when I was 27, and I never saw nor heard my mother's voice again. When we had been sent from South Dakota to Fairbanks, a year later she was in the hospital in Orlando where they found a blockage in her carotid artery on a Friday; scheduled her for surgery on Monday morning, but Saturday the clot traveled up to behind her right eye and did tremendous damage.
She was left for a year and a half blind, deaf, unable to speak, and paralyzed except for faint movement of her left hand.
I of course could not go from Alaska to Orlando to see her with 2 little boys in school and a baby under 2. She died on my second son's 10th birthday in July of 1965. I was just 31 years old.
After we left the service and moved back to Florida, we enjoyed my father's company now and then, until he succumbed to hardening of the arteries that caused mental confusion. He became my legal ward, placed in a nursing home in Melbourne, but we soon moved from there to Ft. Pierce, and then North Carolina, my husband transferred to manage department stores.
In July 1975, the home called me in NC and my 2 sisters in SC to go down there, Daddy dying from congestive heart failure. We left immediately, driving through the night, but he did not regain consciousness in the 2 days before he passed away.
I do hope he felt me hold his hand; speak softly to him.
For those reading this with living parents, count yourself blessed for whatever days you have left with them...and make the most of them.
Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves have received from God. For just as the sufferings of Christ flow over into our lives, so also through Christ our comfort overflows.
2 Corinthians 1:3-5
Dear freema, I join in prayer for Shalom--wholeness, wellness, the peace of God which passes all understanding--for your family at this difficult time. I want to share with you the moving testimony of Diver Dave on yesterday's Daily Reflections with Oswald Chambers thread, for he has been comforted of God, and perhaps his comfort will comfort you.
Brothers, we do not want you to be ignorant about those who fall asleep, or to grieve like the rest of men, who have no hope. We believe that Jesus died and rose again and so we believe that God will bring with Jesus those who have fallen asleep in him.
1 Thessalonians 4:13-14