To each of us there comes a time,
when valleys we must face.
The walls seem steep, no end in sight,
yet always there is grace.
when valleys we must face.
The walls seem steep, no end in sight,
yet always there is grace.
from the poem "Valleys" by Debra Isenbletter
Last weekend, WM and I had a wonderful couple of days away, the details of which will be for another post. On Sunday we had a brief visit from our DD, her husband and our two grandsons.
DD mentioned, very casually, that they would be travelling north on Monday. It was only later that it dawned on WM and I that we had just kissed our grandsons goodbye. We thought we had until after Easter but they are gone. DD will be back to prepare the house for their move but the boys will not come home.
I cannot begin to tell you how painful it is, how long the valley seems, how steep the walls appear!
The sun is shining, the birds are singing, and still my heart aches.
But there comes a time when one must push past the pain and resume one's life. As Debra Isenbletter says so simply, "always there is grace". With God's grace, I can move on through this. With trust, I can believe that "all things work together for the good of those who love Him and are called according to His purpose" (Romans 8:28).
Today I will tidy my sewing room and make room for some creativity. I will take my sewing machine out of its travel case where it has been for two weeks. And I will stitch my love for our grandsons into a quilt that will be given to someone in the palliative care unit of a local hospital.
May it bring comfort to the recipient and I!
