Leaves brown and brittle crumble through the Blonde Boy’s
fingers.
Tiny broken pieces float silently to their grave.
His hands reach for more leaves to crunch in his grasp.
There was no horror in watching the dead become dust.
The pale coloring and parched foliage gave evidence to the
end of life.
Everyone knew it was time—
Time to die.
Time to return to the
earth.
And begin again.
One lone leaf green and vibrant sits at my feet.
The Blonde Boy’s youthful eyes spot it.
“This one won’t crumble.” I tell him.
There it lay green—full of life surrounded by the brittle
and broken.
Life rests among the
dead.
It fell before it’s time—
The boy’s hand inch closer.
“It’s green,” I remind him.
Life still thrives in
it—today. Even just for today.
In spite of my lesson on colors and chlorophyll he reaches
out.
He needs to touch, experience, and know the truth with his
own hands.
His small hand squeezes around life.
I wait for his hand to open for the green foliage to return
to shape.
But it doesn’t.
Instead…it crushes to a thousand pieces and falls flat to
the ground.
How could this be?
It wasn’t time.
It still had life in it…
There at my feet life and death lie together.
It wasn’t right.
How many others had the life squeezed from them too soon.
Even in these last couple weeks?
A little’s boy’s mother
A friend’s boss
A young daughter
A friend’s favorite uncle
A co-worker’s aunt
A student’s teacher
A friend's father
We knew their time would come—but not now. Not today. Not
this year.
Its just not right.
“Why?" spills out of my heart,
interrupting the prayer of peace for the ones who mourn.
If it is true He holds all things in His hands…Does He also hold death?
Can we trust Him to care for the heartbroken husband as he cares for his
young son— alone? Can we trust Him to comfort the ache of a mother as she
buries her little girl? Can we trust Him even in death?
Can we trust Him when He says it is—
Time to die.
Time to return to the
earth.
And begin again—with
Me.
Can we trust Him to bring life to the dead?
My friends, I don’t always understand, but something—
Someone urges me to trust…even in
death.
God,
stretch out Your grace across the many who mourn and say good-bye to loved ones.
This
blog is dedicated in the memory of:
Elaine,
a beautiful wife and mother of a 2-year old son,
Phil
–who inspired my friend to live life to the fullest,
Little
Emma whom I never met, but know if I did her 6-year old heart would have
captured mine.
My
friend’s favorite uncle-Joey,
Margaret,
educator of many children,
Lydia's dear father,
And
the beloved aunt of my husband’s boss.
Although I never met
your loved ones—I felt your grief this week.
Praying comfort over you all. ~Laura
Songs to Comfort
You Wouldn’t Cry for Me Today by Mandisa
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bFOdA52sjFA
No More Tears by David Nevue
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_ALoj9ob6Os
Reflective
Scriptures
Jesus said to her,
“I am the resurrection and the life. The one who believes in me will live, even though they die." John 11:25 NIV
We look at this Son and see the God who cannot be seen. We
look at this Son and see God's original purpose in everything created. For
everything, absolutely everything, above and below, visible and invisible, rank
after rank after rank of angels—everything got started in Him and finds its
purpose in Him. Jesus was there before any of it came into existence and holds
it all together right up to this moment. Colossians 1:15-17 The Message
Jesus answered, “I am the
way and the
truth
and the life.” John 14:6 NIV
