Last week we were in PA for my Mother-in-law’s memorial service. My aunt (my mother’s 90 year old sister) who came to the memorial service of her long time friend, stepped out of the car, lost her balance, fell backwards and died 7 hours later. Â The day after we got home, I went over to the lake for some quiet time.
I am at loose ends today home after five long days a long day of travel both ways one funeral attended one I cannot attend
Two Godly women Two deaths one lingering expected quiet one sudden quick
traumatic. They lived full, long lives. They wanted to "go home." It's time, some might say. Yet rarely is it that easy.
Once again death leaves me unsettled looking for something I can count on.
Sitting by the lake at the end of this unsettled day I notice the geese.
They flew in from the north a few weeks ago. They will soon be flying further south for the winter. The sun is setting lower in the sky these days.
I sit and breathe in the regular-ness of these things. I am comforted
The season's still change.
And geese fly south in the Fall.
And then I remember . . . It's not "something" I am looking for. It's the "Someone" who keeps all these things in order.
I’ve been hanging out in Psalm 119 and here is what I recently read:
Â Ps. 119: 89, 90 Â Your word, Lord, is eternal; Â it stands firm in the heavens.Â Your faithfulness continues through all generations; Â you established the earth, and it endures.