
9/10/2026
"There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity
under the heavens:..."
Ecclesiastes 3:1
Yesterday I wrote about some of the events of the past two weeks, but it never seems to come close to the way life is really. Today I had one task I needed to finish, cutting the grass before the rain fell again, which it did in the evening. The breeze was too brisk to think about burning the tree limbs that had fallen in the previous rains or the trimmings from the bushes, so I gathered up the poison vines and bagged them for safety against accidentally touching the poison to my skin. I had spoken with my friend earlier, checking on her husband's condition, and she said he'd been resting comfortably. She shared about the sweet moments they had shared the day before.
I spent a long afternoon cutting the grass, cleaning the lawnmower, pulling weeds and weed eating, so I decided I'd had enough fun for one afternoon. I went into the house and showered. It felt good to get the grass, dirt, and sweat off my skin. I had a little time to spend going over my lesson for tonight, as Thursdays are my online Harvest Group studies. The topic tonight was "My Trauma is not my Template," the message by Levi Lusko, who was our special guest on Sunday standing in for Pastor Greg. The message was about dealing with trauma and grief, and I must say it was a timely subject indeed. I say that, because I received a text message from my close friend shortly after coming into the house saying her husband had passed away. I shared about his accident and the circumstances previously. When I was cutting grass, I got this feeling that he was gone, but I fought the idea. It was a devastating blow. Losing another close friend is a tremendous loss, and I cannot imagine how my friend is going to cope. Fifty-four years is a long time, something I can only imagine, but they were so suited to one another.
When the family received the pathology report the news had not been good, but we prayed for a miracle, and I believe we got one. I asked Abba Father to give him time with his children, as they've not been too attentive lately. That request was answered in part, so I know that there will be a time for two of his children to deal with regret for wasted years. I also asked that he feel the presence of God surrounding him and give him peace, so I truly believe that happened. He had experienced His presence before when he was very ill. God has his way of manifesting His presence and His power. His miracles come in many ways, and I thank God for the time to exchange much-needed affection and words of affection. Too many times words are left unsaid, and regret eats away at a person until they can deal with the loss, the extreme grief, the things left unsaid,forgiveness.
Since I've been back in Virginia I've buried more than one family member, and I've had several deaths in New Mexico. I feel responsible somehow, because I wasn't there, but I know that is a ridiculous supposition. I am so very glad that I have had the opportunity to spend time with family and with many friends. But this is hard. The distance between the two locations is great, and my responsibilities here are limiting when it comes to travel. Regardless, I know if need be I will find a way around my dilemma, because God will make a way. Sometimes I still question whether I heard correctly that I was meant to come home, and I know that my presence here has made a vast difference. It still doesn't help the ache I feel in my heart for my friend, my dearest friend, who lost her husband, her soulmate, and my dear friend. Today when she shared that many people had been calling her, she said she had no idea how people felt. That sounds familiar as I know another friend who expressed similar words. I can only speak for myself in each case, but regarding her husband, I can say that no one really knows the influence they have on others. Hopefully, the impact is of eternal value and for God's glory, as that is our goal in life as believers in Christ. On a personal level, I have seen kindness, compassion, someone who can make me laugh using a dog's squeak toy that sounds like snorting pig. The most important fact is that he was devoted to his wife of 54 years, and he was always by her side. It was beautiful to see.
I didn't get a chance to say goodbye, except for my silly antics over the telephone which I'm not certain he heard, as the phone was a little imperfect, but I believe I will see him again when I get to heaven. I can envision his arrival on the path leading up to the gate - Jesus is there naturally, along with his beloved dog Tiger, and I believe my parents and grandparents were there to greet him as well. Along with all the angels shouting "hallelujah" and "welcome home!" I pray that thought gives others strength and courage.

