Saturday, December 15, 2012

2 Years

It's hard to believe it's been two years today since my Dad went Home.  A heartfelt thanks to all those who remembered and showed their care, and to the ones who simply sent up a silent prayer.
The memories are - to use a trite expression if I may - "like yesterday." A blowing snowstorm. Crawling down the road in my old Jeep for over two hours to get to the hospital. Almost in a wreck myself once. Wondering, praying, hoping, but preparing for the worst.

Spending an afternoon, evening, night, early morning in the same suspense, reality sliding ever nearer for its inevitable embrace.

But...through it all a strange sensation. A feeling past human understanding.
Beyond human comprehension.
Stronger than a lion.
Gentle as a dove.
Silent as the morning mist.
Soothing as a balm.
Like a lighthouse in the night.
Like a warm hearth in winter.
A mighty arm that carries the feeble.

May it be yours throughout the Christmas season and the years to come.

And the Peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.
 Phil 4:7


Krista Atwater said...

Prayers Continued.....

~SALLY~ said...

Praying for you and your family, Elliot. Your dad was a man with a passion for the lost...we'll never forget him down at Thursday in the Square, ministering to the kids there. We were so blessed to know him.

the reynolds said...

We too prayed often for you and your family on the 14th and 15th. How time changes things. From that snowy blizzard day to a beautiful and clearday 2years later. Your family continues to be in pur prayers.

Jamie Parfitt said...

I'm glad you posted that. I still look forward to you writing your account of that day. You are a good writer.

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