Monday, July 19, 2010

3 years tomorrow

Today I attended the funeral of a beautiful sweet young lady. I am so glad she knew and follwed Jesus as her Lord and Savior. I will see her again! She was just 25 years old and had only been married for 10 months. The death was tragic....shocking. All who knew Chantelle will miss her. She was tubing in the North Platte River and somehow ended up without her tube and life jacket. She was found right near the place they found Joshua. The similarities have brought back memories and thoughts of Joshua this week. Tomorrow will be three years since his death. I have been thinking about dear Chantelle's husband, parents, family. I grieve for the horrible loss they must face. I am reposting something I wrote back in November of 2007 that comes to mind.

Jesus Wept

John 11:32-35
Then Mary, when she came where Jesus was and saw him, fell at his feet, saying to him, “Lord, if you had been here, my brother would not have died.” When Jesus saw her weeping, and the Jews who came with her also weeping, he was deeply moved in spirit and troubled; and he said, Where have you laid him?” They said to him, “Lord come and see.” Jesus Wept. So the Jews said, “See how he loved him!” But some of them said, “Could not he who opened the eyes of the blind man have kept this man from dying?”

The day Mary’s brother died I can imagine the questions and pain in her eyes…“If only you had been here…I believe you could have saved him…Why, Jesus …..Why did my brother have to die.”

Her thoughts spinning with numbness and shock. Grief and pain…separation. Never to see him again. Not to hear his voice aloud or see him smiling with his friends. I can’t bear this pain Lord Jesus. How could you let me down. If only you had been here Lord…Our dear brother might still be around.

What were you thinking Lord Jesus on that fateful day? You knew even while they wept and mourned that their brother would soon be raised. Still your eyes filled with tears as you felt your friend‘s pain.You wept for their loss and you cared. You knew that such pointless deaths would continue until your own task you dared.

Was it just for Mary and Martha you cried? … Or could it also be …that the tears you wept spanned across time and were also your tears shed for me. Tears of pain and sadness for the curse that our own sin brings. Death and separation from the one’s we love and from God for all eternity.

Did you feel my pain years before I was born when you wept for Lazerus that day? Did you see my tears and hear my cries from such a long ways away? Oh how I cried the day my boy died. Shock, disbelief, horror and pain. I still live in a fog thinking my son can‘t be gone. He can’t be buried in that grave.

I know the pain and the questions that Mary must have felt. The whys and the what ifs that kept spinning round and round. I am jealous that she had you physically present with her to raise her brother back to life. I wish the same could happen for my son whose body still lays in its grave. Couldn’t I too have just a few more years to love my boy and tell him how much I care?

You are God Almighty without sin or need to suffer. Why did you allow yourself to feel such horrible pain? You willingly suffered and died for our crimes. You took our curse upon your own flesh so that we might be eternally saved.

Your love and your understanding of our pain must have spurred you onto your task, To provide a way to end the curse of death…so our separation wouldn’t have to last. You took all our pain and loss and the suffering of death on your own shoulders the day you died. So that my little boy could be with you now enjoying true life at your side.

I can’t wait to see him again. Such joy I can’t even imagine. No more weeping and no more loss. The curse of death lifted by your death on the cross. Thank you Lord Jesus. For providing a way for my son to live again with you today.

Sunday, February 7, 2010

The Bowl




Ahhhh....the Bowl

What could be a more fitting day to talk about a bowl then Super Bowl Sunday. However that isn't why I bring up the word "bowl." You see, this weekend our family has had to get aquainted with a different type of bowl. Other wise known as ... "the throw-up bowl." This is the bowl that prevents you from sitting by the ...



TOILET BOWL
....all day long.




The ideal bowl will be large and plastic if possible so you aren't shocked by the cold glass on your face as you lay in misery.



The bowl should also have a large volume to prevent spills and be easy to wash. This wonderful invention has saved many linens, carpets, and even Mom herself from the indignities of being covered with...um, well, you know.

My poor son Jacob is wondering why I would be so weird as to write about this topic. I really think that everybody can relate to the miseries of the stomach flu. All kids accounted for and hopefully safely over the stomache flu as of this morning. Now hopefully it won't be Mom and Dad's turn with "The Bowl!"


Monday, February 1, 2010

Jacob...almost 10

What can I say about Jacob? A millenium baby. Born 2/8/2000. Jacob is funny and helpful, inquisitive, silly, and always wants to be in the limelite. He is a collecter of coins and strange facts. His imagination knows no bounds. Greggarious like a scrub jay....only his cap is red not blue. :)



J aunty
A cheiver
C urious
O bsessed with Hot Wings
B asketball player

Saturday, January 9, 2010

Dreaming of summer


Ahhhh...that was the life....back in the days....um...last summer... before the iceberg landed in Casper. :) Here's dreaming of future summers enjoying hiking with family and enjoying God's creation. (Ok...the snow really is pretty. It's just been a little freezing lately!)

Thursday, November 12, 2009

"The Death of Joshua" by Tamlyn

My dear neice Tamlyn wrote this poem about Joshua's death. She did a great job. Very direct and to the point. Thank you Tamlyn.


"The Death of Joshua by Tamlyn (with a little help from mom)
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Joshua the brown haired boy
Doing dares with his friends
They dared him to jump in the river
and he did with joy
The rushing river flushed him around the bend
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Some people say he got knocked-out
I don’t know what to say.
Micah wanted to save him, his head so full of doubt
"I’d pay anything to have him back",
it was the darkest day
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My uncle Jeff came to see
But a rude guy with a camera was in the way
So Jeff kicked the camera man, a round house to the knee
The man after that didn’t have much to say
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When aunt Sally heard the news,
she ran to the truck, her mind a blurr
"It couldn’t be, not my Josh, no never",
It just didn’t make sense to her.
Could her son be lost forever?
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No, for a time, for a season we had to say good-bye
But not forever.
When our work is done, our bodies weary,
down we will lie
Only to be gathered up in Heaven
to resume that relationship that death couldn’t sever"

Saturday, September 19, 2009

September birthdays


Happy Birthday!
To all those wonderful people I know with September birthdays!
May these balloons of happy birthday find you from afar!
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To my two adorable neices
who live far away in Albania!
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To my wonderful sister Kelly
who also lives far away in Oregon
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To my awesome stepson Westley
currently in Washington State
(Happy birthday today!!!)
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To my beautiful little cousin Sierra
turning 6
in California
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To (yes myself but I am not far away :) )
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And to my son Joshua
His big 13 in a week
How I wish I could celebrate with him
He is beyond birthdays
eternal
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Ok...stop reading now if you don't want to be depressed....
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Joshua sure loved his birthday
hmmm...enchilada dinner was usually his favorite
His excitement was always contagious
I don't know what he would want this year
I don't know what new interests he would have now.
2 years ago he would have wanted an ocarina
or zelda games, or and electric scooter. :)
He would have grown and changed in these two years
Who would he be today if he was still here?
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September used to be a month we shared
Our birthday month
Now it is bittersweet
I can't celebrate my own birthday without missing him
I have shed many tears this month already without him
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So happy birthday my son in Heaven
If you are aware of what we are doing
I hope you have a big smile knowing how much we love you
knowing how much we will aways celebrate the day you came into our lives