It was cool and damp. The ground was soft and my heels sank into the ground. I hugged family and saw some for the first time since Warren died. I remember hearing people whisper…”You’re going to have to help her..be there for her.” I remember sitting, holding Bills hand tightly, trying to be strong for Grace. I remember a breeze blowing through, just as Jerrell asked the Holy Spirit to be near and bring comfort. I remember singing. I wanted to worship…I wanted to sing..because I wasn’t sure what would happen if I took my eyes off Jesus.
To take my eyes off Jesus meant a coffin, a cemetery..death. All of which I didn’t want to face or accept as my reality…I just couldn’t
Someone suggested we have a photographer… I couldn’t imagine why at the time. But what do I know… 2 years later…looking back, these pictures tell a story. A story of brokenness and great loss. A story of strength and courage. A story of community coming together. A story of family and friends serving and loving each other….A story of a boy that left a legacy worth remembering and honoring.
At the cemetery…I don’t remember specifics about this moment..except that my heart hurt and I simply couldn’t wrap my mind around how this could be me…I do however, remember this breeze, this wind that blew right as Jerrell began speaking of the Holy Spirit. If I’m not mistaken, he even stopped and pointed it out… I also remember being so thankful for the guitar..and at the time, whoever the strange guy was playing it….Now…we dearly love that ‘strange guy'(and his family)!!
Our church family…We honestly would not be where we are on this journey without the amazing support, encouragement and love from our church family at First Baptist. So many people that served us in those days are still around and continue to Love us in ways that give us much needed strength.
His service…I remember as we planned this service we wanted it to be worshipful. For some this may have been uncomfortable…but the time of praise was exactly what our weary, broken hearts needed. Forever grateful to the singers and musicians who led us into the Courts of Praise that day.
“Uncle Bob…..” Warren’s love of hunting and all things outdoors came from this man.
“It Is Well With My Soul…..” Let it always be.
Warren’s sermon to many given by our pastor… #Jesussaves #saltandlight #notwasted #cityonahill
RBI …’a run batted in is credited to the batter for the number of runners who score due to the hit by the batter’ #ISTOODUP #JESUSSAVES #RISEUP
Praying especially this moment for those who ‘stood’…for those who felt the spiritual tug of the Holy Spirit December 2nd, two years ago. Praying that as we look back and remember, we are encouraged to move forward..one step at a time. One day at a time…
I was reminded by a sweet 7 year old who recently lost her mother, that there are 2 ways to look at death…”when I say my mom just died, that makes me sad. When I say, my mom died BUT she’s in Heaven, I’m not as sad …!”
oh the simple faith of a child….eternal lenses…perspective💙
Rising up! Praying tonight for hurting hearts and others struggling to make sense of death and life eternal. Why so much pain and suffering…? Why the brokenness and the loneliness of losing a loved one. Your ways are higher…and your plans far greater than we could ever imagine…O, but Jesus we need you this night!