(Okay, just going with the part of the work on the car for now. Work on the rest later when we're back in VA. )

Sad day for our friends. Filled with tears. Lots of tears.

Saying good-bye is never easy.
When will we meet again?
6 weeks?
16 months?
60 years?
Time goes on. Drags on. (So it seems.)
Then blink. It's over. It's passed us.
How did we live?
What did we choose? Did we live like this was our last day?
Did we make this earth our home or live for more?
Heaven's so close. It's just a breath away.
It's walking into the other room.
And when we see Jesus all the pain will disappear. And the sin will be gone.
And He will wipe every tear from our eye.

So I'm holding onto Him who is holding me.
I'm believing He is who He says He is.
My tears He keeps in a bottle.
He sings over me in the night. He's delighted with me.
One day... I will stand in His presence.

Until then I weep with friends.
I eat. I sing. I laugh. I dance. I cry. I yell. I learn. I teach.
I change. I grow. I empty. I fill. I wash. I dry. I rejoice. I mourn.
I love. I hope. I laugh. I sleep.

I can do these things because-
He lives. He loves. He saves. He bled. He died. He rose. He redeems.
He cares. He carries burdens. He intercedes. He gives life.
He quiets with His love. He gives purpose to my life.
He is everlasting. He is faithful. He is good. He is Truth.
He is Life. He is my hope, my joy, my song.

"His Eye is on the Sparrow"

Why should I feel discouraged
Why should the shadows come
Why should my heart feel lonely
And long for heaven and home

When Jesus is my portion
A constant friend is he
His eye is on the sparrow
And I know he watches over me
His eye is on the sparrow
And I know he watches me

I sing because I'm happy
I sing because I'm free
His eye is on the sparrow

And I know he watches
He watches me
His eye is on the sparrow
And I know he watches
I know he watches
I know he watches me


Caren said…
I love that song "His Eye is on the Sparrow". That was my grandma's favorite song. We sang it at her memorial service in August. Every time I hear it, I think of the last time she sang it for me. I had found a copy of it in a hymnal and made a copy to keep in my purse. She was laying in her bed, and I showed her my paper. I told her I didnt know the song. She sang it for me, and she cried. The whole time she sang, she was looking up. I know she was thinking of heaven and Jesus. It was a sweet time.
that's right Jen, just keep preaching to yourself and to all the rest of us who need to be reminded of God's love and grace too. life has a way of making us forget all too easily.
miss you friend.

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