Sunday, September 30, 2007
I am home.
I found this quote today:
"May God's love heal your sorrow, and His peace replace your heartache with warm and loving memories" -Unknown-
I am very tired but wanted to write down my thoughts from this weekend.
I went to my Grandpa's funeral this weekend. The church was absolutely packed with people ... most of whom I don't know. My Grandpa was a wonderful man. A man of faith. A man who told his pastor once that "I had a conversion experience and I've never gotten over it." You could tell. He lived his whole life for his Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. And on Saturday we celebrated that life. I thought I wouldn't cry. Because I am so happy for him to be finished his race and in heaven with Jesus and Grandma .... but I did cry. I cried for my Mom - who was so strong and helped Grandpa finish the last of his days with dignity. I cried because my kids won't know this amazing man. I cried because I won't get to see him until my race is done. I hope that one day people can say that they saw Jesus because of how I live my life.
I'm going to end this with my Grandpa's favorite psalm. Psalm 121.
I lift my eyes to the hills-
where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord,
The Maker of heaven and earth.
He will not let your foot slip -
He who watches over you will not slumber;
indead He who watches over Israel
will neither slumber nor sleep.
The Lord watches over you -
The Lord is yor shade at your right hand;
the sun will not harm you by day,
nor the moon by night.
The Lord will keep you from all harm -
He will watch over your life;
the Lord will watch over your coming and going
both now and forevermore.
Posted by Kimberly White at 19:45