Two Days Away!


My daughter read this at John Harlan’s Memorial Celebration and I can’t figure out for the life of me how she got through it. But, speaking of getting through it, I couldn’t have possibly have come this far without the Sunday night group:

Sunday night Collage

This was only the beginning.  At  John’s (aka JH, JohnHarlan, Enka) Memorial Celebration, somehow we all decided on having a game night.  The first night was on Mother’s Day and what could have been a sloppy meltdown day for me started a weekly tradition of gathering at our home for whatever game someone comes up with.

God promised me that He would be near to those with a crushed spirit and broken heart.  He also said that He would comfort me.


These kids have drawn near me weekly to comfort me.  I’ve taken God at His Word for seeing me through this incredible loss and it looks like He’s doing just what He said He would.

A very close friend of mine showered me with prayer and encouragement over the last couple of months, and I received word yesterday that her son (who was a friend of JH  years ago) died last Sunday in a car accident.  My heart breaks for her, but now, because of what God’s done in me, I can be there for her to help her navigate these barbaric waters.

Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our affliction, so that we may be able to comfort those who are in any affliction, with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God.

2 Corinthians 1:3-4 

The longer I’m around, the less I realize that I know.  Thank God for that!  I’ve envisioned myself prancing into Heaven waving a notepad full of injustices and unanswered questions, then marching up to Jesus, slamming my grievances on the table and standing before Him with my hands on my hips demanding answers.  Why did JohnHarlan die so young? What’s up with this MS stuff?  Why do women usually have one breast bigger than the other and what good are mosquitos?

The bottom line is that when it’s over here, it will be over. I want to see my boy again…just not today.

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