Monday, September 17, 2018

Thursday, September 13, 2018

Friday, September 7, 2018

Day 250 - September 7, 2018

The only thing of importance, when we depart, will be the traces of love we have left behind. 

                                                                                      ~Albert Schweitzer

Thursday, September 6, 2018

Day 249 - September 6, 2018

A walk down memory lane.

Tuesday, September 4, 2018

Sunday, September 2, 2018

Saturday, September 1, 2018

Day 244 - September 1, 2018

Written the evening of September 1, 2018.

I was in the kitchen baking brownies with the girls when I received an urgent text from my Mom to call her. My heart started beating quickly and my mind raced through several overwhelming scenarios.

"Opa died," she said.

My heart shattered and I began sobbing breathlessly trying to wrap my head around the fact that I would never have the opportunity to listen to his stories, try to decipher his riddles, and be wrapped up in his firm, but always loving, embrace.

The older girls had come out from playing in their room. They lay on the floor and peeked out from behind the coffee table and watched me cry as I listened to my Mom talk. When I hung up the phone, I explained to them that Opapa had died and was now in Heaven with Jesus.

"But who's going to hold Omama's hand now?" Adelyn asked.

My heart broke a little more when I heard her words, but I assured her that her Opa (my Dad) would be there to hold Omama's hand.

I lay with my girls tonight, after stories were read and songs were sung, and we prayed. I prayed that Opa was united with the son he didn't have the chance to love on Earth, with the siblings and friends he loved so deeply and the Lord he loved so fiercely.

When I finished praying, the girls began asking questions.

"But how did he get up in Heaven?" Adelyn asked.

Before I could answer she stretched her arms down from the top bunk and said, "I bet God reached down and pulled him up to Heaven."

"I bet you're right, sweetheart," I said through tears. "I'd like to think that's exactly how it happened."

In elementary school, I was asked what I wanted to be when I grew up and I answered, "I want to be my Opa."

Tonight, I remember a man I always looked up to. A man who has had my heart for as long as I can remember. A man that always made me feel special. (He had a way of making each of his grandchildren feel like they were his favorite.) A faithful man who put God and his family above everything else.

Tonight, I felt lead to open a book of daily devotions that has sat closed on my nightstand for more months than I'd like to admit.

September 1

SEEK ME with your whole being. I desire to be found by you, and I orchestrate the events of your life with that purpose in mind. When things go well and you are blessed, you can feel Me smiling on you. When you encounter rough patches along your life-journey, trust that My Light is still shining upon you....Seek Me in good times; seek Me in hard times. You will find Me watching over you all the time. 
- Sarah Young, Jesus Calling

Tonight, I feel called to open my Bible, to seek God, to finally commit to finishing the Bible study I have started twice before. Tonight, I am thankful for the example of Opa's devotion to Christ and I pray that I can be that example for my children and one day, my grandchildren.

Thank you for your faithful example and your abundant love, Opa. I will miss you so much. I love you more than words can express.