May 13, 2011

"like a weaned child" Post Mother's Day Post


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May 12, 2011
It’s been a bit more than 3 months since Mom’s death.
Memories stir.
Stop. Frame. Vivid fades to blur.
Hearts sink and again signal to provoke the constant unshakable ache.
Words. 
Even now I can’t think or say enough. Could words calm the rolling queasiness? Could thoughts be put in order?
It’s in living where words pile up. In dying, there may be no time for words or ability to speak.
And there it is. What would Mom have spoken? 
Weaned from words,
Nourished in God through Christ, the Word and our life.
John 1:1-13
"In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.  He was in the beginning with God. All things were made through him, and without him was not any thing made that was made. In him was life, and the life was the light of men. The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it. There was a man sent from God, whose name was John. He came as a witness, to bear witness about the light, that all might believe through him. He was not the light, but came to bear witness about the light. The true light, which enlightens everyone, was coming into the world. He was in the world, and the world was made through him, yet the world did not know him. He came to his own, and his own people did not receive him. But to all who did receive him, who believed in his name, he gave the right to become children of God, who were born, not of blood nor of the will of the flesh nor of the will of man, but of God."


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O LORD, my heart is not lifted up; my eyes are not raised too high for Thee; I do not think on things too great or marvelous, or matters too difficult for me. But I have calmed and quieted my soul, like a weaned child is my soul within me; like a weaned child with his mother is my soul within me. O Israel, trust in the LORD from this time forth and forevermore.



2 comments:

TAB said...

Being weaned from Grandma is like having a piece torn from you. It hurts and it aches.
I love you, Mom.

Chris said...

I love that Psalm now, having only recently really noticed it among all the others during this semester's Bible study.

Praying for you!