It’s 5AM. Obnoxious iPhone alarm sounds. (Seriously, why did I choose the ring tone that ensures I will throw my phone across the room at the sound of it?) No need to be awoken, however, I’ve been on this little gadget since around 3. The upside of sleepless nights: writing on my phone has become a regular occurrence and surprisingly productive. (Thumbs are getting exercise)
There is an old bottle of vodka tucked way back in my freezer behind the frozen kale, but I will opt for caffeine and Jesus Calling instead. Double shot of both.
November 18, 2014. Today is two months since my daddy crossed over into Glory. Today the movers said they had availability, sooo I booked them. A dramatic exit, right? (Always the thespian). I wonder if I will keep my game face on or do a sequence of “ugly face cries.” Time will tell. The Haven of Rest and the Anderson Free Clinic are enthusiastic and grateful recipients of items from the practice. There is real joy there. To be quite frank, I would rather stay here, on my sofa, that only has one worn cushion, and write all day, than face what is on my Tuesday, November 18th, 2014 agenda. But the clock is ticking and things must be done. I will leave you with some verses I composed two weeks after my sweet daddy’s death. At two months, they still ring true:
Two weeks since my dad’s sudden and tragic death.
Two weeks since my dad met His Savior face to face!
Two weeks since I received the last of the ‘best on this earth’ dad hugs.
Two weeks since my dad has been in perfect union with our Heavenly Father!
Two weeks since we sang in the dark his favorite hymn and cried out to
the Lord together.
Two weeks since my dad began singing that same hymn with a host of
angels and Christians who went before him!
Two weeks since this world felt like it went dark as it lost one of
it’s most sincere followers of Christ who reflected His light so very
Two weeks since, though, even in my darkest and most despairing hours,
God’s presence has been so evident and light has shined so brightly
through the lives of each of you dear family, friends, acquaintances,
and entire community.
I rejoice that my dad is two weeks into Eternal Glory.
I rejoice that I have had two more weeks to tell you all of God’s SAVING Glory.
I rejoice that I am two weeks closer to that Forever, Perfected, and
"We are afflicted in every way, but not crushed; perplexed, but not
driven to despair; persecuted, but not forsaken; struck down, but not
destroyed; always carrying in the body the death of Jesus, so that the
life of Jesus may also be manifested in our bodies. For we who live
are always being given over to death for Jesus’ sake, so that the life
of Jesus also may be manifested in our mortal flesh. So death is at
work in us, but life in you. Since we have the same spirit of faith
according to what has been written, “I believed, and so I spoke,” we
also believe, and so we also speak, knowing that he who raised the
Lord Jesus will raise us also with Jesus and bring us with you into
his presence. For it is all for your sake, so that as grace extends to
more and more people it may increase thanksgiving, to the glory of
God. So we do not lose heart. Though our outer self is wasting away,
our inner self is being renewed day by day. For this light momentary
affliction is preparing for us an eternal weight of glory beyond all
comparison, as we look not to the things that are seen but to the
things that are unseen. For the things that are seen are transient,
but the things that are unseen are eternal.” (2 Corinthians