Friday, November 17, 2017

Where is Your Faith?

I Love You, Dad.  I started this post back on July 22, but couldn't get anything written other than those four words.  It is what was in my heart.  Oh, there were more feelings and thoughts, but only those four words could be expressed out loud.  

On June 30 my father, Ronald David Wagner, stepped out of this earthly plain and into Heaven's.  In December, we will lay him to "rest."  I know he is in a better place and suffering no longer, but I'm not.  On that day I became an "orphan" of sorts.  He was 82.  My mother traveled her journey from this world back in 1985 when she was just 47.  I miss him.  I miss hearing him say, "Well, hello Kelly.  How are you doing?" 

In April, my dear mother-in-law also journeyed "Home."  One day we were planning our schedule and deciding our trip to see them and the next day....the phone rang.  "Dad called an ambulance for mom," Randy's sister said on the other end, "and you know he would never do that.  I'm headed over there now."  There was no time for one last hug from her.

I am sorry to admit that when I used to hear of people's aged loved ones passing, I thought it sad, but inevitable and didn't really think their grief would be as poignant or devastating.  I was w-r-o-n-g.  Losing a loved one is never easier.  It is never the right time.

Today our dear friends bury their 23-year-old son.  Since hearing of his death on Sunday, I have felt a deep sadness.  Sadness for this young man's family.  Sadness for myself.  Our own son was 24 when a car accident took his life 14 years ago.  

Death is hard....always.  It doesn't matter the person's age, status, or wealth.  If they were loved, it is hard.  We, the living, must go on.  There are those around us who would be grieved if we didn't keep going.  The only thing that really matters is what or rather WHO our faith is grounded in.  

On Sunday morning our pastor preached an excellent sermon.  I knew I needed it as soon as he started preaching, "Where Is Your Faith?"  Jesus asked his disciples this question in the middle of the storm.  The pastor's parting words that morning were, "The ship won't sink and the storm will pass."  The only requirement for them was to stay in the ship with The ONE who calms the seas.  

Let me ask you, where is your faith?

Friday, January 27, 2017

I'm a Cherished Lady

Let's start our own "march" where we don't have to leave home, scream like idiots, or trash America's streets!  In response to "I'm a Nasty Woman" and Ashley Judd : The "I'm a cherished lady!" virtual  march!