Saturday, September 29, 2007
A change
I'm not going to be using Blogger any more. I'm writing on www.merciesanew.wordpress.com so go check it out there! Eventually I'll delete this, so I hope that anyone who reads this makes this change.
Friday, September 14, 2007
September 10, 2005
I'm 4 days late with this post. For that I apologize. But with the hectic schedule of college, I just didn't have the time to until now.
September 10, 2005 started out as a normal school day. I was still at BJ and was going about my daily routine. Classes, lunch, homework,...the norm. I came in from classes and went to check my email. I had an email from my church back home and it was then that this "normal" day took a turn. Right there in front of me, I read words that brought tears to my eyes, a lump in my throat, and an ache to my heart. My grandfather had passed away. I knew in the back of my mind that this moment was going to come. It had just come sooner than I had wanted it to. In August before leaving for college again, I was able to talk to him and tell him one more time that I love him. And if my memory serves me correctly, he told me he loved me too. Now, for most people, that's not a shock. But for me and my family, my grandparents don't really share their feelings too much. Not very often have the words, "I love you" come out of their mouths. When they do, it's definitely treasured. All sorts of thoughts flooded my mind. I ran from the room and immediately called my mom. No answer. So I called my dad. No answer. So I called my sister. She answered. The only thing I could ask was, "Is it true?" Then the reality had set in, and I realized he was gone. My sister and I sat crying to each other on the phone while talking through what had happened. My dad then called me and I talked with him about when he was going to come and get me for the funeral. September 10, 2005 was one of my hardest days. Friends saw me and tried to comfort me. Yet it all seemed in vain. I wasn't feeling comforted. I needed the One who can comfort me like no one else can. I finally got home for the funeral, and found out my sister and I were supposed to sing for it. Talk about hard. The Lord gave us strength to make it through the entire song...no tears. I said my last goodbye to my grandfather while listening to the men play "Taps" on their trumpets. The flag was given to my grandmother and my grandfather was laid to rest. It was real. It was done. He was gone.
At certain times I remember my grandfather and the fond memories I have of him. I smile and remember his quirks and think of how he is in Heaven now, waiting for the rest of us. He's been gone for 2 years, and it doesn't seem possible. I found out yesterday that a friend of mine is about to lose his grandfather. He's in California and is only given 90 days. The reunion between them is unknown, so my friend is leaving today to go and see him. I'm not as sad for him because his grandfather might pass away. I'm sad for him because his grandfather is not saved. I miss my grandpa, but I know I'll see him again. My friend doesn't. I think of my situation 2 years ago, and I know that because I've gone through it, I know what my friend is feeling. The part I don't understand, is to know I may never see him again. I pray for my friend to be able to witness to his grandfather, and that God would see fit to allow this man to be saved before God takes him.
I needed comforting when my grandfather passed away. And I needed it from my Lord and Savior. I'm so glad I found it and was able to call upon Him to be my refuge and my strength.
September 10, 2005 started out as a normal school day. I was still at BJ and was going about my daily routine. Classes, lunch, homework,...the norm. I came in from classes and went to check my email. I had an email from my church back home and it was then that this "normal" day took a turn. Right there in front of me, I read words that brought tears to my eyes, a lump in my throat, and an ache to my heart. My grandfather had passed away. I knew in the back of my mind that this moment was going to come. It had just come sooner than I had wanted it to. In August before leaving for college again, I was able to talk to him and tell him one more time that I love him. And if my memory serves me correctly, he told me he loved me too. Now, for most people, that's not a shock. But for me and my family, my grandparents don't really share their feelings too much. Not very often have the words, "I love you" come out of their mouths. When they do, it's definitely treasured. All sorts of thoughts flooded my mind. I ran from the room and immediately called my mom. No answer. So I called my dad. No answer. So I called my sister. She answered. The only thing I could ask was, "Is it true?" Then the reality had set in, and I realized he was gone. My sister and I sat crying to each other on the phone while talking through what had happened. My dad then called me and I talked with him about when he was going to come and get me for the funeral. September 10, 2005 was one of my hardest days. Friends saw me and tried to comfort me. Yet it all seemed in vain. I wasn't feeling comforted. I needed the One who can comfort me like no one else can. I finally got home for the funeral, and found out my sister and I were supposed to sing for it. Talk about hard. The Lord gave us strength to make it through the entire song...no tears. I said my last goodbye to my grandfather while listening to the men play "Taps" on their trumpets. The flag was given to my grandmother and my grandfather was laid to rest. It was real. It was done. He was gone.
At certain times I remember my grandfather and the fond memories I have of him. I smile and remember his quirks and think of how he is in Heaven now, waiting for the rest of us. He's been gone for 2 years, and it doesn't seem possible. I found out yesterday that a friend of mine is about to lose his grandfather. He's in California and is only given 90 days. The reunion between them is unknown, so my friend is leaving today to go and see him. I'm not as sad for him because his grandfather might pass away. I'm sad for him because his grandfather is not saved. I miss my grandpa, but I know I'll see him again. My friend doesn't. I think of my situation 2 years ago, and I know that because I've gone through it, I know what my friend is feeling. The part I don't understand, is to know I may never see him again. I pray for my friend to be able to witness to his grandfather, and that God would see fit to allow this man to be saved before God takes him.
I needed comforting when my grandfather passed away. And I needed it from my Lord and Savior. I'm so glad I found it and was able to call upon Him to be my refuge and my strength.
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