Sunday, June 26, 2011

This is how I mourn.

This is my way of mourning. I write. Its the way I empty it out and gather it up and empty it out again.
For those who may not know my dad, Rick passed away this weekend. Between the waves of emotion I started to understand why David, when he lost his son from Bathsheba, got up from mourning and began to praise God. 
Sometimes, when it hurts like a freight train. That's it. That's all there is is Him. Nothing can fill that void. But how amazing is the reassurance of his saving grace. A bitter sweetness.
As I go through this time and gather the memories together I have. I find such hope in my Lord. I can not go where he has gone right now but my Lord is there with him. Him and his TWo legs. 
What a beautiful picture I have settled in of him, tossing of the weight of those crutches and walking with Jesus.


2 comments:

  1. My Dearest Erin!! I am very sorry for your loss. It was such a miracle to see you and your father restore a relationship as well a great example to us all who need to let the forgiviness flow. My thoughts and Prayers are with you and Tim and your beautiful boys!
    Love Amy

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  2. Oh, Erin, I can't being to understand the loss you're feeling. Know that I'm thinking of you and am so happy for the beautiful vision you have of your father. God Bless!

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