Monday, January 6, 2014

The mr. will say goodbye to his mrs. today.  My friend will lay his beloved bride in her final resting place. Her flesh has found sleep, her spirit/soul soars. 

It will be a day of sorrows, sad goodbyes, tears. 

He will walk his daughter down the isle in a few days, releasing her to the care of another man. 

This week of letting go . . . bitter as the wind that chills through bone. 

Yet, sweet because of the scarlet cloak.  Crimson cover that saves. 

"Oh, the blood of Jesus, that washes white as snow."

The redeemed sing the joyful song.

This is a time when what we have believed is tested, the season of letting go. It is also a time of clinging. We cling to the one who can carry us through. We are the most strong when we are found leaning on the everlasting arms.

May the mr. feel the strength and grace of the Master.

I pray it will be so. 


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