…but y’all have a back-button, so it shouldn’t be a problem. 😀
I know I’m breaking every blogging rule by being THIS honest here, but you know, I’m a firm believer in the idea that we need to help one another any way we can, and this might just help you.
So, a few months ago, my mother died.
It was sudden. A horrible accident, and on her 40th anniversary. My father is devastated, my brother was in shock (still), and my husband and I flew out to help. The biggest issue: my mom was a packrat, and looking at her stuff sent my dad into grief-filled hysterics.
This was a haaaard couple of weeks. We worked tirelessly as a family, trying to repair what was broken, trying to clean out the house. (For the record: we never got all of it. There was a secret closet behind the water heater – no, I don’t know how that happened – and it was packed full of more stuff. But eh, we tried.)
One of the lowest moments for me was tackling my mother’s night-stand and bureau, alone.
I found so many of her little keepsakes there. Her many treasures, from a laminated cut-out newspaper announcement of my birth to thousands of paperclips, old but worthless jewelry, photographs so faded I didn’t know who they were, and somebody’s baby teeth. (I’m hoping mine or my brother’s. Anybody else’s, and that would have been weird.)
When I hit her nightstand, it all got to be too much.
She’d kept cards from us, ones that really made her smile. She’d kept old photos, graduation announcements, my wedding photo, her and her husband’s original wedding rings (different sizes needed now, ahem), and random but clearly precious bits of ribbons, handkerchiefs, and tiny stuffed animals that we had gotten her because we knew she loved them.
I was looking at my mother’s heart, and my self-control broke down.
In this you rejoice, though now for a little while, if necessary, you have been grieved by various trials, 7so that the tested genuineness of your faith—more precious than gold that perishes though it is tested by fire—may be found to result in praise and glory and honor at the revelation of Jesus Christ.
Okay, so, too!personal time. This music – http://marshill.com/music/albums/oh-great-is-our-god – which is kind of hippy, and kind of cute, and not at all my usual style, made a huge difference to me this month.
gBlessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ! hAccording to his great mercy, ihe has caused us to be born again to a living hope jthrough the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, 4 to kan inheritance that is imperishable, undefiled, and lunfading, mkept in heaven for you, 5 who by God’s power are being guarded nthrough faith for a salvation oready to be revealed in the last time. 6 In this you rejoice, though now for a little while, if necessary, you have been grieved by pvarious trials, 7 so that qthe tested genuineness of your faith—more precious than gold that perishes rthough it is tested by sfire—may be found to result in tpraise and glory and honor at the revelation of Jesus Christ. 8 uThough you have not seen him, you love him. vThough you do not now see him, you believe in him and rejoice with joy that is inexpressible and filled with glory, 9 obtaining wthe outcome of your faith, the salvation of your souls.