Sunday, May 16, 2010

Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.


Psalm 34:18
The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit

Matthew 5:4 Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.

John 14:1-4
Do not let your hearts be troubled. Trust in God[; trust also in me. In my Father's house are many rooms; if it were not so, I would have told you. I am going there to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am. You know the way to the place where I am going.

God promised us that nothing would separate us from his love, not even death.

These verses give me comfort today as I think about my Precious Daddy who has gone on before us . Oh, what joy he must have felt to be free of pain and disease! What delight his heart must have held to see those family members he had been missing for so many years. What jubilation he must have experienced as he stood face to face with Jesus and heard him say "Well done my good and faithful servant!!!

Though my heart breaks over and over again with each new day , I am thankful that I have a Heavenly Father who loved my Earthly Father so very much , that He couldn't spend another day in Heaven without him and took my wonderful Daddy before us to prepare our mansion. Because I know that my Redeemer lives and loves each and everyone of us, I can believe this without doubt!!

Someday will I see my Remarkable Daddy again, and I will see Jesus . At that moment that we see each other again what jubilation will fill my soul as we three embrace.

GO REST HIGH ON THAT MOUNTAIN, DADDY!!!


Sunday, May 2, 2010

Why Must Daddy's Die?


Why Must Daddy's Die?

See the pain in their eyes.
Their faces are drawn in sorrow.
Death has claimed their father
and he will be laid to rest tomorrow.
Thoughts of him fill their hearts
Memories of their life with him invade their souls
Pushing and tugging on their emotions
Tearing their souls apart
Many long months they watched helplessly as their daddy
once so full of vigor and vim
wasted away to a shell of a man with no gusto left in him
The struggle to hold on to life was long and often painful
Days on end they could only ask why?
Why must the end come ?
why must daddy's die?

Bonita Taylor-Fussell

Five weeks later we are still asking why.