A beautiful book was written and a year later I still love to turn the pages and remember.
Chapters full of life, distant and not so distant memories and stories of a life well-lived,
Snapshots that share joy and ones that are sure to cause tears,
Words intertwined with pictures of all the lives touched leaving a legacy of love with every sentence and paragraph.
A story that ended a year ago…
Chronicling the life of 88 years of living, growing and learning.
Each chapter marking the important events of an amazing woman of grace and strength.
A book bound by family and friends with God at the center.
One chapter weaves the words of my beginning and is filled with memories of…
Working side by side in the kitchen baking cookies,
Hot summer days at the pool swimming and snacking on pretzel rods with sun-kissed skin,
Family dinners around the kitchen table, car trips to new destinations
And Christmases patiently waiting for Santa to appear.
Other chapters share stories of my four brothers~
All speak words of love, faith and how a mom gracefully led her family.
The final chapter has been finished and “The End” has been stamped on the last page,
But the love of one woman- a mom, sister, wife and friend has been documented by the word pictures, snapshots and well-loved stories that continue to be shared.
God’s story embraces ours and bookends our beginning and end.
God lovingly creates a story for each of us – knowing ahead of time our beginning and end.
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I am blessed that even as tears flow and my heart aches, God chose my mom’s story to intersect with His. God always fills in all the missing pieces and writes the words of our story as His own-full of love and grace.
As I reflect on the one year anniversary of my mom’s passing, I know that grief is always present and leaves a gaping hole filled by the ache of loss. But the God of Comfort is by my side. His embrace surrounds the sad and ache and hugs it right out filling the emptiness with His love. I am reminded of God’s presence daily and am filled with sweet redemption and assurances in His word. To Him I cling, when grief sneaks in and overwhelms. His word lights the way when darkness shrouds my path and engulfs my heart.
I remain comforted knowing that God is always present in the dark and the light. As grief ebbs and flows, God’s words move abundantly among the pages of His book as His gift for all.
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