My apologies. I have has a T-O from blogging lately. It wasn't for the lack of inspiration or a flickering flame of desire, it was just that I felt speechless. We just crossed the threshold of a year of not having grandpa in our lives, and I tell you, I didn't know how strong this grieving process would be after his death. You'd think that since a year had gone by and I finally felt functional again that I'd be further along in this process. But without expecting it and sure enough I was catapulted into an emotional spiral when the date of his death returned. Boom!!! "it" struck me down all over again. Maybe it's just me, but this is a difficult thing to process.
So that is why the T-O. I just couldn't get myself to write; I was overwhelmed with grief. Even writing now seems a bit forced, but I think it's necessary.
Gramps and Grams (still) hold a very deep place in my heart and life. I attribute my walking the "straight and narrow" to their prayers over my life. In my younger years, my brother and I spent the first 7 years of our daddy's visitation at their house. (He had moved back home after my mom divorced him when I was 5 months old.) So I grew up, living in their home.
Then as we got older, they took us on many adventures. From vacations at Colorado River, to Hawaii to travel to Europe and Israel and more. (It was especially fun that my Uncle had a travel business and was able to help with getting us to these fun places). Gramps used to call us to fly with him to do Church dedications or go with him to his speaking engagements around the USA. I loved every minute of it.
As the years progressed, I still travelled with gramps all over. He'd call me to fly or drive with him and I was so excited at the chance to be with him and see the many people who were touched by his ministry. My life was so enriched by his life.
I eventually graduated from his Bible College and a few years later, lived with him and worked side by side in one of his ministries. You could say so much of life was spun around his. The stitches of my living tapestry were sew together by his thred. When he ceased to be, that spool wove it's last knot. Those stitches remain, yet God is using new threds to continue to construct the tapestry of my life together.
I am so grateful for giving me such wonderful grandparents. I am especially thankful that God has left my grammy here for me to take comfort in.
I miss gramps so much.
I will sincerely try to pull myself up and get together again. Blogging seems to help a bit, but honestly these days have been more sobering than ever.
"Weeping may endure for a night, but Joy comes in the Morning."
So that is why the T-O. I just couldn't get myself to write; I was overwhelmed with grief. Even writing now seems a bit forced, but I think it's necessary.
Gramps and Grams (still) hold a very deep place in my heart and life. I attribute my walking the "straight and narrow" to their prayers over my life. In my younger years, my brother and I spent the first 7 years of our daddy's visitation at their house. (He had moved back home after my mom divorced him when I was 5 months old.) So I grew up, living in their home.
Then as we got older, they took us on many adventures. From vacations at Colorado River, to Hawaii to travel to Europe and Israel and more. (It was especially fun that my Uncle had a travel business and was able to help with getting us to these fun places). Gramps used to call us to fly with him to do Church dedications or go with him to his speaking engagements around the USA. I loved every minute of it.
As the years progressed, I still travelled with gramps all over. He'd call me to fly or drive with him and I was so excited at the chance to be with him and see the many people who were touched by his ministry. My life was so enriched by his life.
I eventually graduated from his Bible College and a few years later, lived with him and worked side by side in one of his ministries. You could say so much of life was spun around his. The stitches of my living tapestry were sew together by his thred. When he ceased to be, that spool wove it's last knot. Those stitches remain, yet God is using new threds to continue to construct the tapestry of my life together.
I am so grateful for giving me such wonderful grandparents. I am especially thankful that God has left my grammy here for me to take comfort in.
I miss gramps so much.
I will sincerely try to pull myself up and get together again. Blogging seems to help a bit, but honestly these days have been more sobering than ever.
"Weeping may endure for a night, but Joy comes in the Morning."
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