When you were small And just a touch away, I covered you with blankets Against the cool night air.
But now that you are tall And out of reach, I fold my hands And cover you with prayer.
As a Mom and Nani, I found it hard to completely turn loose and give them to God! When the Gulf War started my son told me that by the time we got the news that they would be well on their way! He was with the Multiple Launch Missle System. I don't know if I said that correctly?? I felt so helpless. He was so very far from me. That was the moment that I realized that my son was in God's hands.
As a Mom and Nani, I found it hard to completely turn loose and give them to God! When the Gulf War started my son told me that by the time we got the news that they would be well on their way! He was with the Multiple Launch Missle System. I don't know if I said that correctly?? I felt so helpless. He was so very far from me. That was the moment that I realized that my son was in God's hands.
Our children and grandchildren are several hours away yet anytime the phone rings after 9:30 PM I still hold my breath when answering just as we did when they were teenagers out on a date. My wife and I pray for them every single day without fail. Every day!
Our children and grandchildren are several hours away yet anytime the phone rings after 9:30 PM I still hold my breath when answering just as we did when they were teenagers out on a date. My wife and I pray for them every single day without fail. Every day!
I know the feeling, unfortunately, for me, on two separate occasions, it was what I had feared the most.
Our children and grandchildren are several hours away yet anytime the phone rings after 9:30 PM I still hold my breath when answering just as we did when they were teenagers out on a date. My wife and I pray for them every single day without fail. Every day!
For me, they never stop being my babies.
Thursday my nephew's son was found dead by his sister. He was only 33 and had been clean for 8 months. He told another one of his cousins, my niece's son, that the demons were chasing him again. He apparently overdosed on something. It is so tragic to lose one so young with a 16 year old son that absolutely loved his Dad. The most tragic of all is that none are Christians. I really dread the funeral tomorrow. Several of them are very bitter against God. They blame him for poor choices that were made many years ago. My prayers are always for my sisters family to follow in her footsteps to accept Jesus as their Savior before it's too late.
I know the feeling, unfortunately, for me, on two separate occasions, it was what I had feared the most.
I am so sorry Poppa. The one thing I know about grief is that is not, contrary to the popular psychobabble, "a process." Grief is hard work and it is intended to be hard work because grief is a labor of love!