Oh Buzz. In death you continue to bring us joy and I give all the glory to the Lord.
If you read my daughters blog, mylifewithfibro@blogspot.com, you will see the story about how we had to put Buzz down this morning. I was going to write that story myself. But my insightful 15 year old daughter unknowingly beat me to it, and I find that her beautiful recollection of how the story unfolded was clean cut and to the point. It made me cry. Sure I am up close and personal, but aside from being the adoring mom, I think she did a beautiful job.
So instead, I will write about how through Buzz's death, we have seen the Lord do his good work.
Romans 8:28 And we know that God causes everything to work together for the good of those who love God and are called according to his purpose for them.
My neighbor and her sweet daughter showed up with flowers to show their condolences. Silly, some might think, but they understood the childhood pain of losing a pet. But better than that, knowingly or not, they showed up with a world of comfort and armful's of insight. We talked, we were thrilled to relate similarities about life experiences that we are both going through, we prayed and we laughed. As I sit here and type now, I hear the joyous thunder of laughter flowing from up the stairs as her daughter is now hanging out with my daughter. A blessing like her mother.
There are more incidences to tell from the day. But you know what; I feel done for now.
I'm tired, I'm sad... but I'm OK. My anxiety is comfortably at bay.
Thank you friends, thank you Buzz and I praise the Lord.
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