Wednesday, July 21, 2010


Hello fellow readers,

My heart is heavy as i write this. You see among our pictures of our trip to B.C. there is one morning where our family went on a visit to see some very good friends. How i wished i had taken a picture of our visit because that was the last time we saw him. A casual conversation about farming, family and faith is continually being rewound and played again in my mind. We left happy, encouraged and planning about how they were going to come for a visit this summer yet to go to another antique John deere auction. The last trip our friend took was on a fishing trip with his daughter, daughter in law and pastor. The Maker took him Home only a week after we talked with him over coffee. While on a boat in God's vast and beautiful creation our friend asked in prayer for the Master to take him upon His knee. We understood he passed because of a blood clot from his leg traveling to his heart.

Unexpected, unnannounced and unsureal we pause again and again at the strong man who i knew as a child growing up, i worked for and guided and protected me while in my dating years in b.c. He drove me to the church on my wedding day and has been like a grandfather to me.
He leaves behind many grieving family and friends. BUT dear friends, his anchor is cast in glory. My question remains this, are we living life in preparation for our eternity? Not to sound somber or depressing instead we are to long to say Lord come quickly, but are we really evaluating how we talk to others and leave them to know that it may be the last time we see them? We do not know our last hour or day. Yet sinful creatures we are, but life is fleeting.....i was reminded of this as i attended his funeral last friday. Dear ones, as i recover from the shock of this life taken, remind me to live life to the glory of God, by encouraging and loving one another. WE need to walk this walk together and when it gets hard the Maker will carry us through the valleys, "For when you saw only one set of footprints it was then that I carried you".

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