Well, really, all you have to do is say their name and they will be listening. That is, if you are, in fact, trying to talk to an actual angel. God taught me a lesson this last week, that He loves me no. matter. what. He showed me in the form of bringing one of His children home. My stepdad, Kevin, was beckoned home on April 30, 2011. Now for those of you that know me, you know that he and I had a bond, but it wasn't like you would think. We are dueling personalities. We both have the mentality of, "I know I'm right". Because he got his life back on track, and because he got right with God, we grew closer. It helps having someone in similar shoes. But I have to give credit where it is due, and this man had something that kept him around, even when problems arose; he loved my mom. Did they have a storybook romance? Heavens no! But, they loved each other. I even mentioned it at his funeral. No matter what happened, he loved my mom, and I loved him for it. For the week leading up to the funeral on Friday, I had no idea as to how to wrap my brain around this. So in my fog of confusion, I prayed for God to make me understand this lesson. Kevin knew what it was like to be completely right with God, and he knew what it was like to run, too. He got me in that area. He quit running 13 months before he died. Nobody is perfect, and know that of all people, I understand that. If God still opened His arms to Kevin, then he will still do the same for me. no. matter. what. I am learning what it is like to run to Jesus, rather than from, when times get tough. Sure, it seems easier to run away, but you know what, I would rather run to my friend that will NEVER leave me. That being said, I know Kevin is smiling down on his family, knowing that even up until the very end, we all loved him, for who he was, where he was, and for just being true to himself and God. Every time I hear a song we listened to, together, I will smile. Even if there is a tear in my eye, I will smile. One day, I hope to love, and be loved, like he and my mom did. It was a love I don't quite understand yet, but even in the bad times, or when they were apart, they still loved each other. no. matter. what. Just like God. We miss you Big D, and we can't wait to see what you've got cookin' for us on your grill in the clouds. :)
Until next time, peace and love
May the road rise to meet you,
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
The rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of his hand.
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