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Monday, November 08, 2004

It's as predictable to me now as the leaves and cool air. When it's November in Texas the leaves turn colors (all right, it isn't Vermont, but they do change!). Then they fall. The weather eases up a bit. Chill descends for the last football game or two. But a more accurate sign of the season is that Diane begins to disappear. It happens year after year. Rachel weeping for her children. She continues teaching at Thomas Elementary and at Highland. She continues blessing the thousand people around her. But another part of her hides in a mournful place. My grief is less seasonal. It just comes and goes without warning or invitation. But Diane's is Novemberal (new word). It's the month of mourning. Every year, thankfully, she reemerges.


  • Today, I posted on my blog some things about a sweet lady in our church whose husband passed away the week that I moved to OK. I'm glad that God, who is Spirit, can help all of in our mourning - in various place and in various ways. I'm reminded of a section from Mike Mason's The Gospel According to Job:

    "Job is one of those who, in the poignant words of the Psalmist, waits for the Lord 'more than watchmen wait for the morning, more than wathmen wait for the morning' (130:6). To Elihu this attitude of waiting is suspect. It makes him uneasy. He sees it not as 'waiting for' but 'waiting around.' There is an insolent passivity about it, a dangerous element of what some theologians have labeled 'quietism.' Of course, Job is anything but a quietist; yet, like the other friends, Elihu thinks Job needs to get off his duff and 'do' something in order to make his peace with God. But all Job does is wait. It's noisy waiting, but it's still waiting. For all his eggs are in one basket: the Lord's appearing."

    A lot of us are waiting. God Bless both of you.

    By Blogger dagwud, at 11/08/2004 10:12:00 AM  

  • Just wanted to say fall is the time of yearly mourning for me too. Isn't it interesting and wonderful that the spring follows soon after the pain of fall? In high school we had car accidents, last fall two friends drown, my grandmother was sick last fall as well. And even though the season comes in multiple tears, I always can look forward to the flowers of spring, and the renewing of my spirit. Know spring comes every day, in every smile and every hug.

    Phyllis Chill

    By Blogger Phyllistene, at 11/08/2004 06:00:00 PM  

  • For my mom, it's my anniversary. Deana and I were married close to the day Gina died and so she calls every year inevitably on the day of our anniversary saying "I know this must be a hard day for you" oblivious to our anniversary. I'll never understand the depth of loss a mother feels at the loss of a child.

    But I do know the pain of the loss of a sister and can relate to your words about you. It comes in the form of a random memory, or someone who has a similar voice or profile. From time to time I'm reminded of the place Gina has ni my heart. That relationship that was so important to helping me grow into the man God calls me to be. Thanks for your words, Mike. Deana and I love ad miss you.
    Chad Nall

    By Blogger Chad, at 11/08/2004 08:16:00 PM  

  • Reading your blog has become part of my morning routine at work. Somehow I missed this post. I don't know if you will read this, since its late, but I think it will help me to post it. I cannot imagine the scope of your pain but I can relate to loss and how it surprises you. My first pregnancy ended in miscarriage. My baby was due on Dec. 24th, Christmas Eve. It was a lonely grief, and deeper than even I knew at the time. I now have two healthy teenagers, so this grief is something I've lived with for many years. Every Christmas Eve it sneaks up on me. I'll be wrapping presents or finishing up some last minute baking. All of a sudden it hits me and the tears flow. I find a quiet place, which can be a challenge with so much family around. I cry for a few minutes and then thank God for caring for my child until I can meet him or her in Heaven. God has blessed me with a life filled with joy and pain. Who could ask for more? "When the darkness closes in, still I will say BLESSED BE THE NAME OF THE LORD!"

    Lisa in FL

    By Anonymous Anonymous, at 11/11/2004 05:53:00 AM  

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