Function?
Today I have been resting. Facing the loss is so painful and tiring.
Yet, the loss has a purpose.
It reminds me that:
" This world is not my home,"
" I'm just a passing through"
Life here can't be the focus of my hopes.
I am just a sojourner in a foreign land and not home yet.
How often I have forgotten that and lived as though my life and the lives of others close to me would go on forever. That makes the crushing blow of the loss so much greater.
Yet, the loss has a purpose.
It reminds me that:
" This world is not my home,"
" I'm just a passing through"
Life here can't be the focus of my hopes.
I am just a sojourner in a foreign land and not home yet.
How often I have forgotten that and lived as though my life and the lives of others close to me would go on forever. That makes the crushing blow of the loss so much greater.
posted by Mother Mary @ 8:56 PM
1 Comments:
At 2:31 PM,
bob said…
i told your daughter: my sympathies to all of you on your loss.
welcome to the lesson that is not just, "live each day as if it were your last," but "live each day as if it were their last."
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