TO EVERYTHING THERE IS A SEASON...

I thought I might try to post this morning, though truthfully my heart has never been in such a jumble.  My mom passed over into heavens gates early yesterday afternoon.  She went quite peacefully with all of her four of her daughters surrounding her.  I honestly can't believe that it has only been a short week since the stroke, and in others ways it seems as if a lifetime was lived in the last few days.  I know for me personally deep in my soul that my mom is not only in the presence of her Savior, but has been re-united with her beloved husband, sister and parents, and so I am honestly just thrilled for her.  How she longed for ALL of that. And yet for me I am left of course wondering how in the world I will get along without her.  So far I am keeping my mind from even opening the door on the flood of emotions that I know are looming there.  My mom was rarely (if ever) here on a Sunday, so with my house back in order it seems as if nothing is amiss.  But come tomorrow when my husband leaves for work and my regular week begins, I know mom will be just glowingly missing, and things will likely be very different of course. I haven't gone into her room yet, or given just anything more than a fleeting thought.  Eventually I know I will of course, but for now I seem to be in somewhat of a fog.  I have a feeling this is very normal.  My sisters and I are going to meet today for lunch so that we might begin to discuss the how and when of the funeral service, and all the other little things that must be addressed. My mother had 6 children and with so many of us there is MUCH to be juggled and handled in terms of what works best for who ~ soo many lives have been affected.  My daughter Melody had a few issues last week with her pregnancy and has been put on modified bed rest.  Under ordinary circumstances I would have packed up and gone out to her house to remain until her baby is safely delivered.  I do feel that because of where she is living, she needs my help more than most might.  But she is doing a little better and will reach term at 37 weeks on Wed., so that will make my mind rest easier there.  It struck me this morning as I was praying that you go out of life just as you enter it.  Not knowing for certain when that "moment" might be, for it is ordained for every man a time to be born, and a time to die.  God holds our very breath in His hands and set everything in this world in His perfect order.  So even though I mourn now for my precious mom, I do not mourn as one who has no hope, but rather as one who KNOWS eternal life is yet to come.  So many scriptures keep popping into my head, and for that I am so grateful as nothing brings more comfort than His Word.  I have missed all of you and will get around (to read at least) as I get moments here and there.  I thank you for your prayers.  Blessings to you all, Debbie

Ecc. 3:1 -2   To everything there is a season, a time for every purpose under heaven.  A time to be born, and a time to die....

Psalm 8 3 -4  When I consider Your heavens, the work of Your fingers, the moon and the stars, which You have ordained, what is man that You are mindful of him...

Titus 1:2  in hope of eternal life which God, who cannot lie, promised before time began.