I may have already posted this picture a while back...I didn't check.
I've been stuck on this picture specifically lately because it perfectly captures the image that I have of Mark in my mind. Smiling through his pacifier and just happy.
He had just had his first haircut and I can remember how amazed I was that he looked so "grown up" all of a sudden. How I want to reach into the picture and just hold him. My arms still ache just for him.
Grief has become my constant companion...expected each day and all day, but managed. Mostly. I am overwhelmed at least once a day at some point because anything and everything reminds me of him somehow.
No pity party here...just sadness that is common to all of us. Our problems and pain all come in different packages, but are real to each of us.
What a Day That Will Be
There is coming a day when no heartaches shall come-
No more clouds in the sky, no more tears to dim the eye.
All is peace forever more on that happy golden shore.
What a day, glorious day that will be!
What a day that will be when my Jesus I shall see,
And I look upon His face-the One who saved me by His grace.
When He takes me by the hand and leads me thro' the Promised Land;
What a day, glorious day that will be!
There'll be no sorrow there, no more burdens to bear,
No more sickness, no pain, no more parting over there.
And forever I will be with the One who died for me.
What a day, glorious day that will be!
What a day that will be when my Jesus I shall see,
And I look upon His face-the One who saved me by His grace.
When He takes me by the hand and leads me thro' the Promised Land;
What a day, glorious day that will be!
Mark, I am so glad that you have met our Jesus. To be honest, if I was given the choice, I would still choose to have you back here with me even though I know it would be wrong.
I long for the day that we are all there with you and with HIM. I long for it with all that is within me. Every day...all day. My smile will never be as genuine as it was with you here and my joy will never be as full without you.
I will keep facing tomorrow because HE lives and because HE has you safely in HIS arms.
I love you big boy.
So right, so right.
ReplyDelete"When we all get to Heaven, what a day of rejoicing it will be! When we all see Jesus, we'll sing and shout the victory!"
Hanging in there with you. Soon, soon, soon, Lord Jesus. I remind myself always that it could be today...
Missing Mark,
Cathy in Missouri
I think about you and about Mark every single day. Every day. And I long for Heaven every single day, too. Seeing your heading on this post is an encouragement that stays with me: "What a Day, Glorious Day That Will Be."
ReplyDeleteLonging with you & remembering your sweet little boy,
Cathy in Missouri