- The Return of Jesus as related in 1st Thess by Jon Quinn
- Healing the Wounds of Others (poem) by Helen Steiner Rice
Do Not Neglect the Lessons
You Learn in Your Sorrow by Cindy Granke
Misguided Grief by Wilson Adams
Never Alone (poem) by Barbara Foster
Never Alone (hymn)
Life's Unanswered Questions (poem) by James
on writing to relieve the pain of grief by Cindy Granke
Tribute to June Reinke by Ruth Miller
A Poem of Mourning
Tomorrow Never Comes (poem)
The Return of Jesus As Related in First Thessalonians
By Jon W. Quinn
Each letter of the New Testament focuses on certain themes. One
special theme of Paul's first letter to the church of Christ at Thessalonica is the return of Jesus Christ. In addition to
discussing specifics surrounding the second coming, there is also very practical information about the effect this ought
to have on our lives right now. Every chapter in First Thessalonians deals with the return of Jesus in some way, and
the wise and discerning person will understand how important it is to consider these matters as he/she determines how to prioritize
his/her life. The Bible is not a dead book filled with dead issues. It is the living word of God, with applications to be
made today, and what we do with the counsel given in its pages will effect our lives now and in eternity.
The Thessalonians knew very little
about the second coming, but it was very important for them to know more about it for several reasons. First, in the face
of severe persecution, they needed encouragement (1:13-16). Second, they needed motivation to overcome temptation (4:1-8).
Finally, they needed to understand the need to always be watchful as they labor in the kingdom (5:14-19). And since their
time was, in many respects, similar too our own, what they needed is what we also need.
Waiting For Deliverance
“...and to wait for His Son from heaven, whom He raised from
the dead, that is Jesus, who delivers us from the wrath to come.” (1 Thessalonians 1:10).
When things are going well, it is
easy to “wait” and sometimes even to forget. But waiting when times are difficult is not so easy (Psalm 13:1-3).
The more faith we have, the better we are at “waiting”. Abraham is probably the most often used example of what
faith is in the Bible. He waited 25 years for the son God had promised him to be born.
Also, we must understand that “waiting”
does not mean “relaxing”, “ignoring” or “sleeping”. The waiting we are to be doing
is active; described by such words as “watching”, “preparing” and “doing” (see also Matthew
Rejoicing In Bringing Others
“For who is our hope or joy or crown of exultation? Is it not even you, in the presence of the Lord Jesus at His coming?
For you are our glory and joy.” (1 Thessalonians 2:19-20).
It is reason for joy when we work hard to bring someone to Christ
and they come. The joy does not come because we gain some material wealth, or better health, or our society honors us. Rather,
it is because a soul that was lost is found. The Shepherd exclaims, “Rejoice with Me, for I have found My sheep!”
looked forward to rising into the air to meet Christ, and the joy he would experience in watching those he had taught rise
with him. Friends, neighbors, relatives, even those who had once been enemies rising from the earth in new bodies, rejoicing
and greeting one another! Do not ever give up! Do not quit! Jesus is coming. Teach the lost.
Stability in Faithful Living
“Now may our God and Father Himself and Jesus our Lord direct our way to you; and may the Lord cause you to increase
and abound in love for one another, and for all men, just as we also do for you; so that He may establish your hearts unblamable
in holiness before our God and Father at the coming of our Lord Jesus with all His saints.” (1 Thessalonians 3:11-13).
a faithful life is easier if we understand the importance of living “blameless” and “holy” (1 John
3:1-3). This would include treating others with righteous love. Deceit and abuse are out. When Jesus returns, we need to be
found dealing with others in the way He showed us we ought when He was here the first time.
Paul wrote this letter to encourage
stability. The acceptance and obedience of god's word brings a “rock-solid” foundation to the lives of those
who will have it (2 Thessalonians 2:15).
“But we do not want you to be uninformed, brethren, about those who are asleep, that you may not grieve, as do the rest
who have no hope.” (1 Thessalonians 4:13).
Death is grevious. But my death does not have to be the source of
sorrow to my loved ones as it is to those who “have no hope.” Death's victory has been annulled by Jesus' own
resurrection, and on that basis it is promised to His disciples that they, too, can defeat death (1 Corinthians 15:50-52;
Thanks to the grace of God, we can put the fear of death to death, Do not live another day unprepared for eternity (2 Thessalonians
may the God of peace Himself sanctify you entirely; and may your spirit and soul and body be preserved complete, without blame
at the coming of our Lord Jesus Christ. Faithful is He who called you, and He will bring it to pass.” (1 Thessalonains
“Sanctify” means to “set apart”. This “setting apart” entails both the positive as well
as the negative. We are to set ourselves apart from sin by “abstaining from every form of evil.” and to set ourselves
unto that which is righteous by holding “fast to that which is good” (1 Thessalonians 5:21,22).
passage also suggests that we are to be completely involved in the sanctification process; “body, soul and spirit.”
Does that sound fanatical to you, to be so completely dedicated to your faith? It is what the Lord requires. Let both your
outward as well as your inward person be sanctified as belonging to God. Get serious about it! Jesus is coming!
we have been COLD
because we have been in DARKNESS
By the same token,we can experience JOY
because we have known SORROW
The Wounds Of Others
Let me not live a life that's free
From the things that draw me close to Thee,
For how can I ever hope
The wounds of others I do not feel...
If my eyes are dry and I never weep,
If my heart is cold and
it never bleeds,
How can I tell what my brother needs...
For when ears are deaf to the beggar's pleas,
we close our eyes and refuse to see,
And we steel our hearts and harden our mind,
And we count it a weakness whenever
We are no longer following the Father's way,
Or seeking His guidance from day to day..
crosses to carry and burdens to bear,
We dance through a life that is frothy and fair,
And "chasing the rainbow"
we have no desire
For roads that are rough and realms that are higher
So spare me no heartache or sorrow, dear
For the heart that is hurt reaps the richest reward,
And God enters the heart that is broken in sorrow
As He opens the door to a brighter tomorrow,
For only through tears can we recognize
The suffering that lies
in another's eyes.
by Helen Steiner Rice
Do Not Neglect the LessonsYou Learn in Your Sorrow
by Cindy Granke
I've lost both of my parents. My sister was
their caregiver and I traveled back and forth from South Carolina to Florida as often as I could. My mother
died at home of COPD and I learned how much it hurts to see a loved one struggle to breathe and to swallow. The
night before she died, she was frightened because she could not feel her legs. My sister and I were with her the next
morning when she took her last breath. She looked so peaceful for the first time in a quite a while. My father
preceded her in death after years of living with Alzheimer's disease. I won't write a lot about
that at this time. Those of you who have been through that very long goodbye know the sadness and pain of grieving twice.
The first was when my dad no longer recognized me, and was sometimes afraid of me. The second was when
he could no longer function and our prayers were answered for his release from the body that had become his prison.
said all that to say this. I loved my parents but as much as it hurt when they died, nothing prepared
me for the death of our daughter in an automobile accident. When we first began Our Hope Online, I wrote a series
of articles about coping with her loss which can be found in the 2006 archives located at the bottom of this page. One
of the articles was about grieving mothers, and I'd like to quote a short except from it.
A young woman told me that, when her brother was killed several years ago, it was as if her mom
had no other children, for the next two years. At the time, I didn’t know how to answer her. But here is what I wish
I had said: “To a mother, all of her children are like an extension of her body, her flesh. When one of them dies, it
is like a part of her body has been ripped away. Other body parts may be in place and working fine, but
her attention is now entirely focused on the gaping hole left by the part that was severed. None of the surviving body parts
can stop the pain and the shock, or bring the missing part back to its place. It’s just gone, and recuperating from
such a loss, whether to a body, or to a family, is a slow and painful process.”
a learn-as-you-go experience, and we don’t always get it right, but no one wants the experience necessary to gain that
wisdom, either. It’s best when we can learn by talking and sharing what we do know.
My purpose in writing all of this is simply to emphasize that even when
we are grieving, God has work for us to do. I had a wonderful support group of Christian women.
When I couldn’t sleep, I got up and tearfully wrote long emails to that wonderful group of sisters.
Some of them, including my own sister, had lost adult children in years past.
I made up my mind that if I ever got through that horrible loss, I would help others who would go through similar losses.
And in doing that, I found that it made me stronger. I sometimes cried with those who grieved, but
that’s okay. Others wept with me. Ladies, we all must suffer grief in our lives.
Please do not neglect the experiences and the beneficial lessons you learn in your sorrow.
only through tears can we recognize the suffering that lies in another’s eyes.”
The tears of Jesus were
real. How can one read John 11 and fail to come away without a greater understanding of the emotional humanity of Jesus. When
Jesus walked upon our dirt, He connected with people. His emotion of compassion surfaces again and again (Matt.9:36; 14:14;
15:32; 20:34). In what are arguably the most famous stories ever told, Jesus noted the compassion of the Samaritan for a wounded
man (Luke 10:33) and the compassion of a loving father for a wayward son (Luke 15:20). It is little wonder that Paul admonishes
us to “put on a heart of compassion” (Col.3:2) and “weep with those who weep” (Rom.12:19). In so doing
we become like Him.
Celebrities Die in Threes
I’ve always heard that although in recent weeks celebrity deaths seem to be contagious.
- Ed McMahon—longtime pitchman for Johnny Carson and leading spokesman for
Budweiser beer—deeply in debt and dead at the age of 86
- Farrah Fawcett—one of the
original Charlie’s Angels and the sex symbol of the 70’s (she posed nude for Playboy), was married once, divorced,
followed by several romantic relationships including actor Ryan O’Neal with whom she had a son our of wedlock—dead
at age 62
- Michael Jackson—the King of Pop whose 1982 album, Thriller, is the best selling
album of all time, and who was known for eccentric behavior, multiple pedophilia charges and addiction to prescription drugs—dead
at age 50
- Billy Mays—full-volume pitch man for OxyClean and a host of other products not
sold in stores (although they are sold in every other store in Pigeon Forge)—dead at age 50
McNair—popular retired NFL quarterback, married and father of four, carried on an extra-marital affair with a twenty-year-old
waitress—shot by his girlfriend who suspected him of seeing someone else—dead at age 36
And so on (and on). By the time this piece finds its way into your hands, many others will be added. Should we not
be surprised that larger-than-life celebrities die, too? Last time I checked, we all die (Heb.9:27)—including the rich
It is the reaction to celebrity deaths that concern me. For example, the blogs are
rampant with emotional attachment to these people. Of Michael Jackson’s death—“A part of me has died, too,”
“I have been crying and my tears won’t stop,” “I have been lying awake until 3:00 or 4:00 in the morning
feeling sick and gutted,” “I feel isolated—like I lost my best friend…” It is both odd and
First, I think it important to note that we should never make light of the death of anyone.
When someone makes the transition from now to eternity, it is cause for pause and sober reflection. There are two reactions,
however, that become common in celebrity deaths:
1. They become the best person that ever
lived. Ungodly living is often glossed over as their death only magnifies their larger than life aura. And anyone who would
dare point out sinful behavior that often leads to an early demise is vilified. One Facebook account posted that if anyone
said one negative thing about Michael Jackson, they would be removed as a friend. A “friend” noted that since
MJ’s death and funeral service at the Staples Center, nine U.S. soldiers had been killed in the Middle East with little
media notice. He was removed as a friend. Others write about the ungodly: “Rest in peace.” Am I the only one who
fails to understand what that means? How can anyone living immorally rest in peace?
mourn like we know them. I do not know any of these people—have never met them and have no relationship with them. Yet
because we see them on television, we connect with them in an odd emotional way, and grieve at their passing as if we have
lost a genuine friend. The psychologists can decipher the why of it all, but there is no denying the reality of emotional
attachments to the rich and famous.
We Get It Backwards
the kicker: if we’re not careful, we expend more emotional energy to those we don’t know than to those we do.
Take for example your church family. Every congregation of which I am aware is filled with problem people—people with
problems, hurts, and heartaches. How much emotional energy do we give to them? These are not people we see in the movies,
listen to their music, or throw touchdown passes, but are real folks with whom we worship and with whom we have a relationship.
Their lives should touch and impact us. Do they?
And this: Are we bothered more by celebrity deaths
than we are by the deaths of those who “die in the Lord” (Rev.14:13)? I’ve been to some funerals of godly
older Christians that were barely attended by younger couples. Why? I am amazed at the callousness that we show our own brethren
“I Don’t Know What to Say to People…”
Friend, join the crowd and get in line because I don’t either. I have learned over time, however, that what
you say isn’t nearly as important as the fact that you showed up. There are many situation best served by golden silence
(Eccl.3:7b). Just the fact that you are there to share your heart means more than anything you can say. And this: How can
we claim to be like Jesus if we cannot weep with the hurting?
Here are things you can do—
- call ahead and take supper to a burdened family
- write down a meaningful Scripture on
a piece of paper and ask them to put it in their pocket (Psalms 16:5, 30:5b, Rom.8:28; Eph.3:14-21, etc.)
- tell them you love them
- tell them that you mentioned their names and lifted them up
before the Throne in prayer
- show up at the hospital—and make your visit brief
- send a hand-written note (the old fashioned kind with a stamp)
- weep with them—tears
are God’s miniature messengers of love that transcend words
Jesus cared. A man’s
man, He was moved by the plight of the hurting. His tears were real as He was willing to expend emotional energy to connect
with folks like us. The saddest words I have ever heard are—“I’m afraid to love because I might get hurt.”
Aren’t you glad Jesus wasn’t afraid to love? And He loved knowing He would get hurt—but did it anyway. Those
who choose to distance themselves from hurting brethren miss out—they miss out on some of the greatest opportunities
to serve and…they miss out on knowing the heart of Jesus.
Celebrity deaths do one thing
for sure—they are a publicized reminder that we all die. Thus it behooves us to ready ourselves for the inevitable and,
in the meantime, comfort those we know who experience loss and pain.
In 1993 I was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis. Over the course of a year, I became increasingly
disabled. Through it all, I was never alone.
The list could go on and on even as the blessings go on and
on. For those who would feel sorry for me, I ask rather that they join me in praising God for His constant love and protection.
No matter what the need or difficulty, I have been provided for and I have never been alone, because He promised ... "When
you pass through the waters, I will be with you; And through the rivers, they shall not overflow you. When you walk through
the fire, you shall not be burned, Nor shall the flame scorch you. For I am the Lord your God." (Isaiah
When I was temporarily blind, Christ
led me through the darkness.
I was unable to walk, God took away the fear.
When my world was turned upside down, God's word provided an anchor.
When I lost my ability to speak, God heard my silent
I was too weak to cook, He sent wonderful people bringing food and encouragement and support.
When I felt useless, the Lord sent a tiny, premature
granddaughter who needed special love and care.
When I felt disconnected and my faith was tested, He gave me the strength to get to
church to be with other Christians and be renewed by the worship and the lessons.
When my heart was broken as friends turned away because they
couldn't cope with my new reality, God sent new friends who are there for me no matter what.
(written by Barbara Foster - a Christian in
Ocala, Florida) May 5, 1998
Taken from Whit Sasser’s “Exhortations
The poem above
reminded me of a hymn that used to be in our song books. Cyberhymnal attributes the words to Ludie D. Pickett.
She wrote these words in 1897. cg
the lightning flashing, I’ve heard the thunder roll.
I’ve felt sin’s breakers dashing, which almost
conquered my soul.
I’ve heard the voice of my Savior, bidding me still to fight on.
He promised never to leave
me, never to leave me alone!
The world’s fierce winds are blowing,
temptation sharp and keen.
I have a peace in knowing my Savior stands between—
He stands to shield me from
danger when my friends are all gone.
He promised never to leave me, never to leave me alone!
When in affliction’s valley I tread the road of care,
My Savior helps me carry the cross so
heavy to bear;
Though all around me is darkness, earthly joys all flown;
My Savior whispers His promise, never to
leave me alone!
He died on Calvary’s mountain, for me they pierced
For me He opened that fountain, the crimson, cleansing tide.
For me He waiteth in glory, seated upon His
He promised never to leave me, never to leave me alone!
No, never alone,
no never alone,
He promised never to leave me,
He’ll claim me for His own;
No, never alone, no never
He promised never to leave me,
Never to leave me alone.
Life's Unanswered Questions
James P Needham
(October 11, 1974)
Life is filled with shocking changes
Rushing in like flooding
To sweep away our highest hopes
And bring to naught
our fondest dreams.
The wheels of life are ever turning
And from beneath them sometimes fly
Events that make us happy
Or to ask the reasons why.
Our days are spent with vexing problems
Answers to which
we cannot find
And we conclude in desperation
Life to us has been unkind.
Difficulties are all about
They come in may ways,
And the reasons oft escape
Throughout our earthly days.
these thing better
When we come before God's throne;
then we must accept
that can't be known.
If our hearts cry out in terror
For answers we do not hear,
We can know it is best for us
Or God would make the way all clear.
There are times when life's a burden
To be borne in tragedy's
And the sources all around us
Provide no help or sweet relief.
There are questions that have no answers;
are tragedies we can't explain,
But with faith in God's good mercy
We can bear and soothe the pain.
It is vain to seek for reasons
That God does not provide;
So let us trust in His good judgment,
And in His loving care confide
questions can't be answered
Though we search far and wide,
So be content
to live in ignorance
Till we're gathered to His side.
When life's burdens are hard and heavy
our hearts are filled with fear;
There is comfort
Just in knowing God is near.
In our life's
When there seems to be no light,
Let us know God's sun is shinning
Even though it escapes
That light will our way illumine
More and more to the perfect day,
If God's will we'll acknowledge
all we do and say.
When our lives are drenched with sorrow
And our hearts are filled with pain,
We must trust in God's tomorrow,
If peace of mind we would regain.
Life must move
in one direction,
Ever forward toward God's throne.
No peace of mind can be engendered,
Dwelling on the passed and gone.
We must not think in sadness
Of the things that might have been,
We can't return to change it
Or live our lives again.
We must look
Never harboring up the past
from each tragedy ever learning
than from the last.
The game of life is hard and treacherous
And we can't always defeat,
But we can learn by God's great mercy
To take the bitter with the sweet.
A personal note from Cindy about grieving. . .
underestimate the value of expressing your feelings on paper, and sending a card, a poem or a note when there is a death
in someone's family, even in your own.
Writing a poem, or keeping a daily journal for
awhile, saying all the things you wish you could have said before a loved one died, is a valuable technique for coping with
your sorrow. You see, it helps us to write out our thoughts and feelings at such times. I wrote a journal after
our daughter died, and I called it, Letters to Erica. When Erica is on my mind, I often find comfort
in reading them and the kind things others wrote to me. As I often do, I was recently remembering my daughter's
death, and I decided to browse through my Erica scrapbook. I still draw comfort from it.
My father died of Alzheimer's
Disease, after suffering with it for several years. Being unable to understand conversations or comprehend what was happening
to him must have been frightening, and I remember him running his fingers through his hair and saying things like, “I just don't know what is wrong with
me.” Afterward, writing a long letter to tell Daddy
that I loved him and that I understood how frightening an experience it must have been for him was too painful to do, right
away. So I waited for several weeks until some of my own emotions had settled down. I
had always told him I loved him, but I simply needed to say it again. I saved that letter, too, and I read
it from time, to time.
While browsing, I came across a poem our dear friend and brother in Christ, Jim Needham, had sent to us.
Jim had written the poem for some friends whose 17 year old son had taken his own life. It touches
on the deep sadness and sorrow we feel in many different circumstances, and I asked him if I could share it with you.
He had written it several years before the terrorist attack on our nation, on September 11, 2001, and I decided to illustrate
it with photographs from that horrible event in all of our lives, because they seem to fit.
As you talk or write your way through your
own grief, be comfortable writing or saying whatever feels right for you and brings you peace. It will
help to soothe your pain.
A Tribute to June Reinke
June 11, 1921 - May 27, 2010
Written by Ruth Miller
(Read at June's Memorial Service by Leon Miller)
June was born mentally challenged and never had the “quality of
life” as most know it. Regardless of the fact that she was always taken care of, and was mainstreamed into society
as best as possible, June knew she was different. She didn’t understand the whys and wherefores
of “being different”, but she knew she was different. There are so many milestones, that we
as normal individuals complete in our lives, which were far beyond the reaches of June’s basic ability to complete.
She never knew the fun of learning how to drive, never felt the anticipation of going on a first date, never realized the
joy of graduating from high school, going to college, pursuing a career or getting married. June never experienced the
love of a husband or the joy of holding a child or grandchild in her arms.
Anything that required normal functional brain ability, June could not do, but
she tried with all the ability she could muster. However, June was very good at crafts. For many
years, when she was attending the Lakeland Multipurpose Center (which is an adult daycare center), she would make a lot of
crafts that were sold at craft fairs to make money for the center’s activities. June loved doing
this and it was the one thing in her life she could take pride in as an “accomplishment” by her. She became the
‘Queen of the Craft Room’ in her own mind, because crafts were something she could do and do very well. Even
at the Amonet Adult Living Facility where June resided for the past several years, June made crafts for them at different
times as well. June enjoyed doing crafts and again, this was something she could do and took pride in being
able to make things for others, especially during the holidays.
There were accomplishments for June which were big to her . . . I was told about
one time when June was at the Ladies Bible Class (which June attended before she was unable to do so), she was called on to
read a short Bible passage. She would struggle a little through it but she did it and did it well.
She was so pleased that she was able to do this . . . and you could see a smile that was slowly spreading from ear
to ear. It was as if she was saying inside to herself . . . “Yeah! I can do that
and I just did!” This meant so much to her, that she could participate in this manner with other
adults. At her ALF, when they had a special event and had flyers to hand out, June was the person they
always asked to do this and she took this job seriously; she handed out a flyer to anyone and everyone who came through their
front door. She did it with pride and did it well.
June was unable to grasp an understanding of so much in her lifetime here on earth
. . . but one thing she knew and knew very well, and that was . . . she knew there was a God and she knew there was a place
called heaven. June was brought up in Catholicism. All she really knew was that she was to attend
Mass on certain days. She never understood any of the whys or wherefores of going to church, except that
this is what she was always told she had to do and she did it. When June first came to live with us in
1986, Ruth would take her to the Catholic Church on Saturday. When she picked her up after service, Ruth
would always ask June to tell her something she remembered or learned. June never had a response other
than to say to Ruth that she just sat there for an hour. She was simply going through the motions of “going
to church” but had no clue as to why she was doing this or why she should do this, other than the fact that she had
done this all of her life. June would also go with us to church on Sunday since we couldn’t leave
her by herself.
to sing hymns at church and even though she could not carry a tune in a bucket, she sang to her heart’s desire.
Sometimes she even got Ruth off tune, but be that as it may, this made no difference to her heavenly Father; He heard
her songs and to Him they were lovely. He knew she had limitations, but to Him, June was still His child and that was
all that mattered. June seemed to enjoy attending church with us and gradually decided on her own that
she wanted to attend church with us regularly and did not want to go back to the Catholic Church. When
June would attend church with us, we could tell that she was listening . . . and for a while, she could tell us some of the
things she heard and what we were studying. However, we were very surprised when she told us one night
she wanted to obey the gospel and be baptized. She wanted to be baptized that very night but we told her
no, that we needed to discuss the further. June eventually won over (you have to understand that June also
has a stubborn streak that just won’t wait too) and she was baptized on Sunday April 3, 1994. Although June had
the mentality of an 8-year-old child all her life and never reached the “age of accountability”, as such, she
was always a child of the Father.
went through times in her life where she endured above and beyond what we would do if we were in her situation. When
she was in the hospital this past February, to the amazement of her doctors and all of us involved with her care, she overcame
a severely compromising life situation . . . she still wanted to live! In fact, she had said to us on numerous occasions
when she was living with us that she was going to live to be 104! She kept on pushing herself to continue
with life . . . where others in her situation would have long since given up.
June’s last several months were a real up-and-down struggle for her, as
she slowly began to lose all control of her mind . . . dementia is an utterly devastating disease . . . and it did not spare
June in its ravaging. It was as if her mind would not shut off; like a phonograph recording
on continuous play, except the needle was stuck in a groove and it repeated itself over and over to ad
infinitum, red, red, red, red, red, red . . . which by the way, was June’s favorite color. When the
dementia found another thought, it plucked it from June’s mind and the repetition would begin all over again until the
dementia found something else. We are so thankful that June was not aware of the indignities she was having
to suffer during this time. Fortunately for June, she slept right through much of her last days here on
earth, and her mind was at rest to some degree.
Despite all the
suffering and the indignation she went through at the end, June’s time on earth has now ended and the Heavenly Father
has taken her home to live with Him in eternity. Today, June is existing in another plane of life . . .
one that we here on earth can only imagine the likeness of . . . being surrounded with unfathomable love,
joy, peace, warmth, light and beauty . . . a life that we cannot even begin to comprehend with our finite minds, but yet,
a place where we all desire to go when our time on this earth has ended. Yes, June may have missed out on a lot of earth’s pleasures
as we know them, but now . . . she is basking in all the beauties of heaven. All these years when
she seemed to be “below the norm” according to our society and our way of life, she is now ahead of us all!
She will know way before many of us will, what heaven is all about and what a beautiful place our heavenly Father has
provided for us when it comes our time to pass from this side of life, if we do His will.
Yes, we will miss you June . . . we will miss your antics . . . we will miss seeing
you so involved in your “word search puzzles” . . . we will miss that silly grin when you finally found a specific
puzzle piece . . . we will miss seeing you smile when you have managed to complete something you have struggled with for so
today, as we deliver these final parting thoughts on your life as a memorial to you, your soul will already be at peace in
the arms of our loving Father in heaven. Goodbye June.
And Jesus called a little child unto him,
and set him in the midst of them, and said,
Verily I say unto you, Except ye be converted,
and become as
little children, ye shall not enter
into the kingdom of heaven. Whosoever therefore
shall humble himself as this little child, the same
is greatest in the kingdom of heaven.
I left this poem just the way it was written, because it seems to illustrate the loneliness and forlorn feelings I have
felt after losing a loved one. It brought tears to my eyes as I read it. However, the
second section illustrates the sun beginning to shine again, and the looking forward to being with that loved one in Heaven.
So be sure to read the whole thing. I only added some photographs sent to me by a good friend, which
seemed to fit the poem. Thanks be to our loving God who gives us hope of that glad reunion with those who
have gone on before us. Cindy
When thou passest through the waters, I will be with thee;
through the rivers, they shall not overflow thee
Weeping may endure for a night,
but joy cometh in the morning.
where would you go
that i cannot follow?
long must i wait
until we meet again?
what would i do
in times that i miss you?
where would i go
times when i long to see you again?
how must i spend
the nights without you?
how do i bear
that you’re not there?
shall i ever smile again?
will i ever laugh again?
will i ever face the world
knowing that im not alone?
why must you leave me?
why must i cry these tears
when you’re not
to wipe them all away?
why must i suffer
the empty days without my beloved?
why must i dream
you by my side?
the days shall never be the same again
i will never be the same again
life of my soul,
the joy of my
the light in my eyes,
the hope of my dreams
the comfort of my lonely nights,
without you my beloved,
i grieve and cry,
i grope and stumble
in the dark,
i weep with all my soul
i desire with all my heart
i let go of all of me that you took away with
i keep all of you that is
and will always remain in me
wherever i may go
i wait and pray and hope
i will look forward to
each brand new day
thankful for all that i’ve had and will always have
thankful for the sun that shines again
believing and hanging on
believing that life will go on
it can’t help but go on
it shall go on
in so going
there really is no end
only mornings and evenings
and life that never ever ends.
But I do not want
you to be ignorant, brethren, concerning
those who have fallen asleep, lest you sorrow as others who
have no hope.
For if we believe that Jesus died and rose again,
even so God will bring with Him those who sleep
For this we say to you by the word of the Lord, that we who
are alive and
remain until the coming of the Lord will by no
means precede those who are asleep. For the Lord Himself
from heaven with a shout, with the voice of an
archangel, and with the trumpet of God. And
the dead in Christ
will rise first. Then we who are alive and remain shall be caught
with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air.
And thus we shall always be with the Lord.
comfort one another with these words.
(1 Thessalonians 4:13-18)
This is one of several slightly different versions of the well
known title. It touched my heart. Maybe it will touch yours, too. Cindy
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If Tomorrow Never Comes
I knew it would be the last time
that I'd see you fall asleep,
would tuck you in more tightly
and pray the Lord, your soul to keep.
I knew it would be the last time
that I see you walk out the door,
would give you a hug and kiss
and call you back for one more.
I knew it would be the last time
I'd hear your voice lifted up in praise,
would video tape each action and word,
so I could play them back day after day.
I knew it would be the last time,
I could spare an extra minute or two
stop and say "I love you,"
instead of assuming you would know I do.
I knew it would be the last time
I would be there to share your day,
I'm sure you'll have so many more,
so I can let just this one slip away.
surely there's always tomorrow
to make up for an oversight,
we always get a second chance
to make everything right.
There will always be another day
say our "I love you's",
And certainly there's another chance
say our "Anything I can do's?"
But just in case I might be wrong,
today is all I get,
I'd like to say how much I love you
and I hope we never forget,
is not promised to anyone,
young or old alike,
And today may be the
you get to hold your loved one tight..
So if you're waiting for tomorrow,
not do it today?
For if tomorrow never comes,
you'll surely regret the day,
you didn't take that extra time
for a smile, a hug, or a kiss
you were too busy to grant someone,
what turned out to be their one last wish.
hold your loved ones close today,
whisper in their ear,
them how much you love the
that you'll always hold them dear,
Take time to say "I'm sorry,"
"please forgive me,"
"thank you" or "it's okay".
if tomorrow never comes,
you'll have no regrets about today