Forgive me for this little personal blurb. You see, today is my 57th wedding anniversary and I have to celebrate it alone.
My dear Ron passed in 2011 and I miss him still, every day. I will celebrate on my own by eating lunch at his favorite restaurant, Wendy’s. I will order his favorite combo, a Wendy’s number two, and think lovely thoughts about him.
I don’t ask anyone to join me for their memories are not my memories. They loved him too, but not in the same way and not for as long as me.
How do you remember your beloved? What do you suppose Mary remembered about Jesus after he was crucified?
It is good to remember, especially when you have clear expectations of seeing your dear one again some day.
Yes there is the separation and pain of death but there is hope in God too. Loneliness and death happen, but God…the key words are “But God…!
I’ll never forget the trouble, the utter lostness, the taste of ashes, and the poison I’ve swallowed.
I remember it all—oh, how well I remember—the feeling of hitting the bottom. But there’s one other thing I remember, and remembering, I keep a grip on hope: God’s loyal love couldn’t have run out, his merciful love couldn’t have dried up. They’re created new every morning. How great your faithfulness! I’m sticking with God (I say it over and over). He’s all I’ve got left. (Lamentations 3:19-24, MSG)
Prayer- Oh God, thank you. Amen.