TITLE: THE HARDEST VALLEY TO CROSS (part 5)
By Verna Mull
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That first evening when we went to bed, I wondered why we even went to bed. We were both completely washed out, but how were we going to sleep? I was crying, and told Paul that I could never sleep, as I felt that I’d been run over by a Semi-truck! He took me in his arms and said, “I know, I feel that way too; but we must pray and ask God to give us sleep, or we will never make it through the coming days.” Both of us poured out our hearts to God, and, He was there in great power! We did go to sleep that night. Neither of us woke up until our usual time to rise. To me, that is a miracle that I cannot fully comprehend until this day. God works in mysterious ways, His wonders to perform!
My dear sister, Myrna, came every day before the funeral, and many days after. What a blessing to have had a sister like her! She was like a mother to me, and knew just how to be an uplift to me, and such a help to get us through the days before and after the funeral. She worked with me to send out “Thank-you” cards, and helped me keep up my other work. Neighbors had brought in so much food that eating was no problem, other than I found myself in the living room, several times, with a half eaten, frozen sandwich in my hand. I did not remember when or why I had gotten it.
It was a Saturday morning when Vernon was killed, and we did our chores the next morning, and headed for Sunday school and church. There was no place on earth that would be as comforting as being in God’s house, and hearing from His Word. It seemed to give us strength to go on living.
Of course, we had a private viewing day at the funeral home. I think I made my husband take me back to the funeral home 3 or 4 times that day. I may have been strong at first, but as Paul grew stronger, and stronger, I fell apart. As we stood there by the casket, I felt so weak, and trembling.
One of the most wonderful things my husband has ever said to me , in all our years of marriage(We will celebrate 60 years together this coming August, 2009) he put his arm around me, and said “I’m so sorry you lost your son!” Well, I knew he was hurting as bad as I was, and I’ll never forget those words of comfort for me.
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