I don't want to tell you stories
If there are no happy ends
But I'll walk this road beside you
I will learn to be a friend.
When the black cloud comes to rising
And the coal is getting low, so low
I will love you
I will love you I will yes I will
I will greet you in the morning
With a smile on my face
When that sun has done it's shining
We will find it's resting place
When the black cloud comes to rising
And the coal is getting low so low
I will love you
I will love you I will yes I will
When this road has made you weary
Too much sorrow, too much joy
I'll be the hope you can touch dear
I'll be the laughter you enjoy
So when the black cloud comes to rising
And the coal is getting low so low
I will love you
I will love you I will yes I will
When the tears have done their crying
And we have made our way back home
I will love you
I will love you I will yes I will
Monday, February 6, 2012
The circle of life
This past weekend my community in Iowa experienced the worst tradegy I can remember. Pastor Mick Murray & his wife Julie were killed in a car accident. There are some things in our lives that are part of going home. For me it was going to the Church of my high school days where I first felt like I was part of the Church congregation. In the last few years, when we go home, I look forward to going to Church. I have many memories of the Murray's as MYF leaders. They made it okay to give an honest answer & not just the "Sunday school" answer. He was the kind of pastor that made you want to go to Church. He made being a Christian seem cool! His wife was so sweet. She had the kindest smile.
I know that I'm not suffering like some others, but the loss has really hit me since I just always expected them to be there when I went home. It feels like ... A broken heart. As I sit here wallowing in my sorrow, their daughter almost half my age writes one of the most eloquent essays about the loss of both of her parents. It is like she has become the rock for the community to rebuild upon.
As I look at my three month old little baby, I choose to believe in hope. I choose not to ask why Lord, I choose to seek refuge in the Lord. To be angry at God over such loss would minimize their life in Christ. I rejoice through my tears. I pray to God that I can use their life as an example of how to raise my son, how to be part of the community, to love & accept all of God's children, to live by example. If I know Mick & Julie, they are up in Heaven right now & Mick has either just told a funny joke, or he is laughing at something funny St. Peter has said, & Julie is there kindly shaking her head & smiling that beautiful smile.
I don't know how to end this a better way than the same hymn that my cousin Angie posted, so I will...
My life flows on in endless song
Above Earths lamentation
I hear the sweet though far off hymn
That hails a new creation
No storm can shake my inmost calm
While to that rock I'm clinging
Since love is lord of heaven & earth
How can I keep from singing
Through all the tumult & the strife
I hear the music ringing
It finds an echo in my soul
How can I keep from singing
No storm can shake my inmost calm
While to that rock I'm clinging
Since love is lord of heaven & earth
How can I keep from singing
What though my joys & comforts die
I know my soul still liveth
What though the darkness gather round
Songs in the night he giveth.
No storm can shake my inmost calm
While to that rock I'm clinging
Since love is lord of heaven & earth
How can I keep from singing.
I know that I'm not suffering like some others, but the loss has really hit me since I just always expected them to be there when I went home. It feels like ... A broken heart. As I sit here wallowing in my sorrow, their daughter almost half my age writes one of the most eloquent essays about the loss of both of her parents. It is like she has become the rock for the community to rebuild upon.
As I look at my three month old little baby, I choose to believe in hope. I choose not to ask why Lord, I choose to seek refuge in the Lord. To be angry at God over such loss would minimize their life in Christ. I rejoice through my tears. I pray to God that I can use their life as an example of how to raise my son, how to be part of the community, to love & accept all of God's children, to live by example. If I know Mick & Julie, they are up in Heaven right now & Mick has either just told a funny joke, or he is laughing at something funny St. Peter has said, & Julie is there kindly shaking her head & smiling that beautiful smile.
I don't know how to end this a better way than the same hymn that my cousin Angie posted, so I will...
My life flows on in endless song
Above Earths lamentation
I hear the sweet though far off hymn
That hails a new creation
No storm can shake my inmost calm
While to that rock I'm clinging
Since love is lord of heaven & earth
How can I keep from singing
Through all the tumult & the strife
I hear the music ringing
It finds an echo in my soul
How can I keep from singing
No storm can shake my inmost calm
While to that rock I'm clinging
Since love is lord of heaven & earth
How can I keep from singing
What though my joys & comforts die
I know my soul still liveth
What though the darkness gather round
Songs in the night he giveth.
No storm can shake my inmost calm
While to that rock I'm clinging
Since love is lord of heaven & earth
How can I keep from singing.
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