So today, August 9th, marks the 12th year anniversary of my Dad’s unexpected passing. It’s a funny thing about time and the ‘passing of all wounds’. The ensuing 5 years after Dad passed away I did not, would not, talk with God. I was, in a word, pissed. Now, 12 years later, the wounds are still fresh but I have a better grip on life and death and although I have rekindled my relationship with God I pause, atleast, twice a day, and ask ‘why’? Why are the left so…? Why is Obama’s hatred for America not making front page news? Why are people not paying attention? Why is my Dad gone? Why? Why? Why?
I am sure many of you reading this have lost loved ones. It’s a hard pill to take and as we in the know know – time does not heal all wounds but it does make life more bearable.
‘Making life more bearable’ – it’s kinda like what happens with appeasement. At the onset of something we are outraged, saddened etc…but day by day, month by month, year by year, whatever the ‘it’ was that caused all the stress and pain – slips to the background of life. Oh it’s still there pulling at us, but for some reason, we can rationalize it, come to ‘terms’ with it, and concede it was ‘beyond our control’.
Although I miss my Dad terribly and have conceded that his passing was God’s will (he needed some help up there is how I rationalize it) my own concession has made life more bearable. Yet, I fight daily not to concede to the left and choose to keep my life in perpetual turmoil as I fight their twisted views on life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.
As with most things outside of life and death the choice is ours, time is of the essence and we should never waste valuable time. .
On this once very dark day, I ask that God grant each and every one of us his peace and fortitude to fight the good fight for his Glory.
You just made my day!
Thanks for sharing Lisa
Joan
Lisa,
We will keep him and your family in our prayers.
It’s’ true, your beloved father will live to infinity as his memory lives forever not only within your heart but all the hearts who had the pleasure of knowing him.
This little saying always brings me back to reality and takes away my sadness when thinking about my own loss – I hope it works for you:
*Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal.*
Enjoy your memories,
Elaine
Thanks for sharing, Lisa. I’m sure there isn’t one who hasn’t felt this pain. There is never closure in the death of a loved one but there is new strength which God gives us in order to persevere. He is giving us all strength now to fight the evil which has infiltrated every aspect of our America way of life. God played a huge part in the founding of this country…it was his gift to us. Never forget that he is on our side in this battle. How can we lose? God Bless!
Keep praying, keep thinking, keep writing!
Lisa – Thank you for sharing your personal thoughts. Your Dad raised a wonderful daughter! Hang in there…we will be celebrating the election results…Obama will be heading back to Chicago!
Why? That question does not have an answer. When Christ was on the cross he called out… “Father, why hast thou forsaken me?” There is not an answer after that… we should not expect to be able to grasp all God’s purposes, but through the Cross and gospel of Jesus Christ, we can know his love. And that is what we need most.
Clinton, I have thought about that moment in the Life of Jesus. He was also human. Can you imagine the horrendous pain he was in? I have always believed that he spoke out due to the physical pain.
Lisa, my thoughts are with you and wishes that you continue with strength and courage every battle you face. Our parents are the people who made us and we will always remember them for the good they did. On my birthday I always called my mother and said,”thank you for having me.” You are a special person. I thank you for all you are doing.
I feel what you are going through. Thirty one years ago, I lost my 5 month old daughter to Sids… I hated the world, I hated God, hubby and I hated each other. But I always came back to the words of a very young police officer who sat with my children in their room talking with them as paramedics tried to get the little body of my daughter to breathe. Because he knew those men were just going through the motions for our sake he told my children that mommy and daddy are going to be so very sad and they will say things and do things you will not understand. So just give them a hug and let them know you love them.
So every time, life became unbearable because of the grief and the questions and the anger, and every time I would lose it and watch the look on my young children’s faces turn ashen… his words immediately came to mind and it was always I who took comfort in those words and hugged my kids tight and knew his words were spoken with God’s voice.
It’s been too long to remember that young officer’s name or his face, but I will be forever grateful for his contant reminder, that God lives within us all!
Hugs to you and yours Lisa!