I would like to ask everyone for prayers of comfort for our friend Ashleen. As you know ,her mother has been ill and has passed away this last week. Our prayers and sympathies for Ashleen and her family.
I would like to share a poem that Ahleen shared with me today. Its one of Ashleens favorites.
God The Artist
God, when You thought of a pine tree,
How did You think of a star?
God, when You patterned a bird song,
Flung on a silver string,
How did You know the ecstasy
That crystal call would bring?
How did You think of a bubbling throat
And a beautifully speckled wing?
God, when You fashioned a raindrop,
How did You think of a stem
Bearing a lovely satin leaf
To hold the tiny gem?
How did You know a million drops
Would deck the morning's hem?
Why did You mate the moonlit night
With the honeysuckle vines?
How did You know Madeira bloom
Distilled ecstatic wines?
How did You weave the velvet dusk
Where tangled perfumes are?
God, when You thought of a pine tree,
How did You think of a star?
I go a great distance,while some are considering whether they will start today or tomorrow
I remember her looking for a picture to go with that poem. Ashleen we are all with you, especially me! So sorry for your loss girl, my thoughts are with you and yor family!
Thank you all so much!
It's been a long 6 months since her stroke. There was never any hope. She went into renal failure 2 weeks ago, and went very peacefully in her sleep. As much as I will miss her, it's a blessing, really. She's in a better place. I have NO doubt
My mother, my friend...
When you get into a tight place and everything goes against
you till it seems you could not hold on a minute longer,
never give up then for that is just the place and time that
the tide will turn.
I will certainly be praying for you all. So very glad you have no doubts she is in a better place, I know that brings me a lot of comfort with loved ones too. We are all here for ya prayin and supporting you!
I'm sorry to hear that news. But, sometimes our loss is Heaven's gain.
Behold, ye despisers, and wonder, and perish: for I work a work in your days, a work which ye shall in no wise believe, though a man declare it unto you. Acts 13:41