When I first began writing this blog, I didn’t realize I was searching for Jesus, but now that I have found Him (through His infinite Mercy and Grace alone) how I long to take EVERYONE by the hand and say,
“Come, come and see…”
And then in His infinite kindness and gentleness He whispers – patience my love, they are coming, they will see, they too will find me… theirs is a different path, just as painfully beautiful as yours, but different. Keep praying, keep loving, and keep listening so that you know when the time is ripe for you to take someone by the hand and say ever so gently and full of My love,
“Come, come and see!!!”
Jesus is here, Jesus is born, Jesus is with us and yet what are we doing?
We are quickly taking down our decorations and we are preparing ourselves for the grind, for the coldest part of our winter and the coldest time in some of our hearts. Our heads are down and the parties are over.
Was it the same back then in Bethlehem?
The angels were not still singing their praises for us to see and the shepherds had to move on with their flocks. A few still sought Him in this quiet and peaceful time, but the majority of people returned to the routine of their lives.
Yet in Matthew 9:15
Jesus said to them, “Can the wedding guests mourn as long as the bridegroom is with them? The days will come when the bridegroom is taken away from them, and then they will fast.”
This is not the time to return to our normal and every day lives. He is here, He is born, He is with us! I pray to continue seeking and celebrating because He is here!
Glory to God in the highest and on earth may we all seek Your peace!
It was a dark and stormy evening. A young man who had recently received his license was on his way home from picking someone up. As he approached a red light, he pumped the brakes, they locked and the car continued right through the light.
There was a collision, people were hurt, a young child in another car was killed.
The young man driving was my grandfather.
I know he thought of this child often. I know he carried the pain of having caused the death of this child for the rest of his life. As I think back to discussions and time I spent with my grandfather, I can remember the painful expression I would see cross his face if we ever heard about or discussed any type of car accident. I remember seeing him wince as if he was physically in pain when we discussed a news article about all of the fatal car accidents caused by faulty tires back in 2000.
I think this moment drove him to spend the rest of his life seeking to empathize with those who had recently lost a loved one in death through his work as a funeral director. He sought to feel their pain, he hoped to feel what the family of that young child felt, and he searched for forgiveness by easing the pain of others as they faced the death of a loved one.
I now wonder if God graced my grandfather with an end to his search just before he died?
My young cousin, his granddaughter, was killed in a car accident on a dark and stormy evening about a year before my grandfather died. After his years of searching and empathizing with others, he finally felt what it was like for the family of that young child who had died so many years ago. He finally felt what it was like to look into the face of the mother of that child as he looked into the face of his own daughter as she wept for her child.
My sweet young cousin was the only one who was ready to go home. Maybe her death was a gift of grace to our grandfather?
God thank you for loving both of them so much!