Words...

Words on a page...scattered bits, scattered pieces like markers in a graveyard...silently proclaiming the passage of a loved one...truth standing sentinel warning of death and conversely, life.

Life is precious...fleeting....

'To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:

A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;

A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;

A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance.' Ecclesiastes 3:1

It's a dark and cold morning as I sit and sip my first cup of heaven...-13 here and nippy...

In the far off distance I see the colours of the sun beginning its appearance and fighting back the darkness...the first blush of morning lifting the mood to one of ease, of lightness...

My mind turns time and time again to the subject closest to hand...loss, sorrow, grief...death and the grip it holds on those left behind to mourn. Each one mourning in their own way...quietly, dramatically, stoically, angrily demanding the why, the reason for this unexpected season.

I fully expect to see a room full of people who love, who reach out in support, who embrace and share the burden of loss...such are the people that we surrounded ourselves with when we were young and raising families...spending time within an organization that was at times faulty, frustrating and typical of being human, and yet that church family was and is also the source of comfort in times of trouble.

I have been witness to such acts of kindness, such love and compassion that I stand humbled and in awe of the heart of others...I stand assured, comforted, supported, loved and accepted. My family stands supported by family by blood and family by relationship....Uncles and Aunts who have no blood relation and yet stand strong, stand hand in hand with my children as they bear up under the grief and sorrow of their dad passing so unexpectedly.

I thank God each day for the beauty in this world that only showcases and highlights the evil...and beats it back...the light pushing the darkness of night back, back until one can stand and do the same...support, encourage, love others through their own battles, their own grief.

We stand together dear treasures, or we all fall....the smallest of kindnesses can support someone you love, the tiniest bit of compassion and mercy can lift until they can stand once again....

I struggle once more this morning as I work to organize thoughts into something resembling understandable content...It has been a week of emotional upheaval and more to come and so I sit with God and reflect...I go about my day and pray for comfort, for peace, for an easing of pain for my children and the family and friends who grieve...who walk through each day in a fog as they come to grips with a world no longer inhabited by a loved one.

Give out love today my friends...someone needs it....

Give out kindness and mercy today dear hearts...someone yearns for it...will be uplifted by it.

Go today in the knowledge of the Love of a Father for His children and the comfort and peace that passes all understanding.

Walk tall dear treasures...stand proud, head held high and know your worth, your place in this world...necessary and needed.