Refrain echoing in the recesses all yesterday:"Soon, very soon, Ruby's going to see the King"...
and then... mid-afternoon, Grandma met Jesus...
face to Face.
Today's waking impression: Earth is less one very-good-soul this day.
I am grieved... yet strangely rejoice?
Am subdued... yet unexpectedly hope-filled.
Am doubt-ridden... yet undoubtably assured!
And Grace-birthed Gratitude rises within:
Thank You, God:
For Ruby's kitchen... the sweet aroma of which will always linger in us
for Ruby's voice... echoes of which yet resound for us
for Ruby's love... the depths of which were never plumbed by us
for Ruby's mothering, grand- and great-grand- ... the sight of which ever lives before us
for the heritage that is ours, by virtue of Ruby.
amen.
1 comment:
I saw your blog for the first time. I'm sorry to hear about your beloved's death. Your writing is beautiful and hopefully I'll see you at Christmas. Feel free to read my blog...*hugs*
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