A taste of FAITH, a touch of LAUGHTER.
Grief Never Dies…..
I was sorting through old things today looking for a frame for a precious piece of First Nations embroidery, my family crest with my late husband, and I came across this close to life sized pic of my husband.
Tears came in fresh grief (after 14 years!!!) as I looked and saw and almost “felt” his face seeming to move close to mine. Memories. I could almost here his calm and reassuring voice.
My man of faith.
My grief at this photo was compounded with grief at changes and realizations in a recent long term relationship. I have difficulty maneuvering in the new format and much grief akin to the loss of my dear husband.
Grief never dies, I thought…..
But then I remembered.
Neither does love.
❤ ❤ ❤
2 Corinthians 1:3
“Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves receive from God.”
“Hugged” by scripture, God’s love letter to us…..
Oct 18, 2020