tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7423545.post4886099215675162001..comments2023-10-15T02:29:44.978-05:00Comments on Just Some Thoughts: That's Enough Of ThatMarshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14441971526798781978noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7423545.post-1134266087450060032007-06-23T09:00:00.000-05:002007-06-23T09:00:00.000-05:00"A Time for Every Season:" would be a good title; ..."A Time for Every Season:" would be a good title; I'm so sorry for your <I>earthly</I> loss. I experienced a similar situation with my Grandmother's death in 2005. How could I miss my Grandma's funeral one might ask? I live in Alabama (long drive but I've made it myself several times in years past.) I am afflicted physically with Parkinson's Disease (<B>THEY</B> - Hubby's side - don't allow me to drive longer than a couple of hours due to sudden weakness attacks provocated by PD meds but I find ways around it all.) The funeral was held on a very snowy, 'white out conditions day' in Indiana when the funeral directors couldn't even lower the burial vault into the ground until the next week after it warmed up. (Couldn't I have flown in upon hearing of her physical demise to be with my Momma and family - yeah, but I had been supeanoed to testify in court; my testimony was to be given the same hour as the funeral in an Alabama court room.) <BR/>The devil runs about giving us many excuses to NOT do the things we OUGHT to do and has a way of making us 'guilt-riden' that we (individually) are responsible for the cause of our feelings and not the effects of why we feel the way we do. Example: My feelings of sorrow and hurt, helplessness and disempowerment were the effects of losing my Grandmother. The devil wanted me to believe that the reason for my apparent lack of 'love,' apathy to a family emotional crisis, and the subsequent absence of my Grandma Eva's funeral was due to the above fleshly, carnal reasons. Since he is the father of lies and such a superb manipulator, he could have easily persuaded me to believe such trash about myself. Pehaps that is just the reason I haven't shared the truth about it all until now.<BR/>Yes, Marsha, I came to visit your site because of the name - very few people in the south spell Marsha with an 'sh' - it's usually 'cia.' But more than likely it's because the LORD wanted me to read your post about Margaret and come to grips with my recent 'guilt-riden' past. <BR/>Another day, another story is the real reason I did not attend Grandma's funeral. The skiiny version is this: I had said my 'good-byes' at Thanksgiving time while visiting her in the nursing home. Dimentia/ALsheimer's kept her from recognizing me except for a very brief 30 seconds of familial cordialities when she expressed her love towards me and her desire to "Go HOME" to be with the FATHER. Then she was lost again in that earthly body - trapped inside with all the physical fleshly sorrows we endure here with no one to share them with her (in her mind so it seemed.)<BR/>From that moment until her death during her sleep on January 15th, I prayed fervently for GOD the JUST ONE to grant her wish to go HOME and be with HIM... to ease her pains and take her gently HOME to her reward - the MANSION prepared in her honor for being a faithful and productive servant until her physical (and mental) end. I received <B>exactly</B> what I had prayed so desparately for, and although my feelings of loss, missing Grandma are still so vivid, so raw, so painful, my heart rejoices as I KNOW she waits for the day when I will go to my reward....perhaps we'll be so joyful and busy glorifying HIM that she'll forget one of the most important character traits she taught me by way of her sweet most GODLY example - <B><I>to be thankful for ALL GOOD THINGS...</I></B> to be gracious enough to thank me for sweet supplications to our GOOD FATHER on her behalf. In spite and to the dismay of the devil.<BR/><BR/>Thank you for allowing me to witness to you and your friends and readers. Margaret KNOWS that you were there and she might express that one day when you see her again in eternity. More than likely y'all will be busy! Until then, Be quiet within your soul (Hab 2:20) and let the LORD work HIS mighty works upon us. BE STRONG, Marshe, for our shared name - MARSHA spelled with an 'sh' means <B><I>Brave Heart</I></B> - we have alot to live up to!<BR/>And remember, "To everything there is a season and a purpose under heaven..."<BR/><BR/>SEMPER FIdelis,<BR/>MarshaMarshahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15933957924048494655noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7423545.post-43784140888467096522007-06-20T08:08:00.000-05:002007-06-20T08:08:00.000-05:00I wish I was there, wish I could help with Mom and...I wish I was there, wish I could help with Mom and her health conditions. I thank God that you are there now since Mom fell. I hope to be up there real soon.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7423545.post-79637374663550058122007-06-18T06:58:00.000-05:002007-06-18T06:58:00.000-05:00Your mom's house sounds like a wonderful place, an...Your mom's house sounds like a wonderful place, and you right well about it. blessings to youDiane M. 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