As most of you are aware, this has been a year that I would never chose to relive. However, I am aware that God works ALL things together for those that love Him and are called according to His purpose, so that means ME. STILL…The third week of August?
I am flipping 63 years old and ideally, I won’t lose years like I’ve lost this one. But, I have to consider again that God has chosen to let me go through all this, yet made it as brief as possible.
Weeping may last for the night, but there is a song of joy in the morning. Ps 30:5
Last night I started reading a book given to me by my dear friend Debbie, who also lost her son this year.
I approached Getting Through the Night: Finding Your Way After the Loss of a Loved One very cautiously since I felt as though I’d reached a bit of equilibrium in my emotional self-control and more exploration could rock the boat. But, I reluctantly moved forward.
I learned that grief is very different from missing; I will get past grief, but I won’t get past missing JohnHarlan.
My response to writing what I just did tells me that I am nowhere near the end of grief, yet I have grace to endure it. I still cry, mourn and grieve, but I am beginning to have perspective that JohnHarlan is his whole self in the presence of God. He is fully known and fully complete at this moment.
Dear friends, we are already God’s children, but He has not yet shown us what we will be like when Christ appears. But we do know that we will be like Him, for we will see Him as he really is. 1JN 3:2
That blows my mind! JohnHarlan is LIKE Him, because he sees Him as he really is. When I consider that, it’s almost silly to miss the JH who was here. But, since that’s the only one I ever knew, I will always miss him. I’m confident I will make it to the other side of grief.
Ok, enough of that.
I am not sure you were all aware that I have been honored as the Patron (Matron?) Saint of the Rooftop Terrace of the COR Building of Puebla City. Quite an honor. St. Letabelle.