Friday, October 22, 2010


Sometimes we walk in the valley of the shadow of death and it just doesn't feel like the Lord is near.

My son last night said something like this:

I just want to talk to Oma. I don't even need to see her, I just need to talk to her and now I won't until I die and that is just too long. I don't want to die, I want to stay living, but sometimes I want to die so that I can see her.

Every night we have a similar conversation at bed time.

We pray. I quote scripture to console him, but he wants her back at our home, cooking him breakfast, taking him to school and most of all listening to him ... which I am sorry to say I fall miserably short on.

Lord have mercy. Christ have mercy. Lord have mercy.