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India day4, 5 and 6

India day4, 5 and 6

March 4, 2011 stefanieboyce

Day 4

Day 5 and 6

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Link in bio. So proud of my dear friend, @nicolemariehowe Her post is a must read. Not all grief is seen. "Bring the pain forward and out of hiding. Speak it out loud. Write it down. However you choose, give a voice to what happened, and in so doing, you’ll give voice to all the other silent sufferers going through their own hidden losses." https://theperennialgen.com/death-without-a-funeral/
The sky has been quite grumbly this morning. The wind has been whipping my newly budded magnolia tree around, a few sweetly scented flowers are clinging to its branch. I watch my candles flicker as the sun rises to meet this sad, grey morning of Good Friday. I find myself struggling to be fully sad when I know Sunday’s coming, knowing that the story didn’t end for Jesus when he said, “it is finished.” Maybe it’s just because I am so tired of feeling sad. I know what hope is. Trusting what you can’t quite see in full expectation you will see. And I know what grief feels like, what watching your son/daughter die feels like. So it is with hope, we grieve. Did you know it was Jewish custom for a father that lost his son to tear his robe from top to bottom to express his grief? A public display of his sadness, his way to mourn? When the veil tore in the temple, it was symbolic of the Father, tearing his robe, mourning over His son. I used to have this image of the veil being like a wedding veil, but it actually is said to be a handbreadth, approximately 4 inches thick. Torn. It’s a reminder to us that because of Good Friday, because of Jesus, because of the tearing open, we have access to the resurrection, to the “goodness” of this day, and, mourning is part of the process. Don’t miss it. Even the Father mourned. So today, Good Friday, we grieve. We don’t jump past or gloss over with Easter, but instead, hold space with the first believers for the emotions they felt over what they saw, without the confirmation that Sunday was in fact, coming. So it’s ok to be sad. We should tear our robes today. Someone you loved died. For you. In your place. It shouldn’t have been this way. It should have been us. But even we were not able to wash away our own sin. It took a perfect sacrifice. Jesus. Everything hinges on His name, on these next few days in history. And, we hope. The birds have awaken to the sun and begun their whisper: “just wait.....”
Friends don’t let friends crawl through tough things alone. #AngiesFirstVisitToHerCrawlSpace #NoDeadSkunksHere #IStillRunUpFromTheBasement 🕸🦡 @adevo5 @jutboyce What do you have-crawlspace, basement, or slab?
I’ve been thinking a lot about this as a I watch the world buzz about. As I buzz about. I remember a time when I used to run up and down the halls to meetings. A grown woman running. I never want to live that pace again, especially with God. 🌱 Have you ever paused to consider God is in no rush? Not with you and not with the timing of things. He’s patient. He’s eternal. And His work is slow and thoughtful. It’s you and I that like noise and busyness. We use those things to reinforce we are important and needed. We use noise to keep the real work at bay. We avoid hard things with busyness and noise. But when it comes to the work of God, he’s more like a Gardner than a factory worker. It’s not that we don’t work, we work with a rested posture. (Have you seen a farmer work?!) We work with intention, instead of mindless routines. We work with anticipation. 🌱 May we all take moments to remember the slow work of God and appreciate the time it takes to cultivate whatever it is He’s growing in us. That’s the hard work assigned to us all-slowing down. Think about Holy Week. What did Jesus do on Wednesday of Holy Week? Rest. Be with His friends. What about the Sabbath? About Creation? If God designed rest and observed a rhythm of work and rest, shouldn’t we? If God didn’t run around frantically, should we examine our own pace? 🌱 It’s a process-and He’s got all the time in the world.
“When snow comes, it reminds me of Jayden’s funeral. We miss you JJ.” It wasn’t until Jayden passed I began to enjoy winter. The season gave me permission to hibernate. No one expects you to be happy in winter. And, the white washed world was comforting, simple even. “I make all things new,” I kept hearing. This blanket of snow, covering, protecting, cleansing.... So yeah, it’s April and the roads are slippery. It’s cold. It’s technically Spring. But to me, it’s just one more day to pull into myself, to my center, and have God comfort me. One more day to eat soup and sit around the fire with friends. One more day to remind myself God so effortlessly places His blessing on every branch, every day, every one, ever so gently.
Celebrating Jayden tonight. 🏀#17monthscloser
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