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Forty Two years
It was only yesterday it seems that I stood, a bride at nineteen, beside him, his eyes smiling at me as we said our vows. The whole world lay ahead of us, new and fresh and untouched.
It was only yesterday it seems that our world changed in the miraculous moment of birth.
Our carefree days behind, we considered such things as life insurance and wills.
Still, our lives were young and free and altered only in the choices we made about parks or parties or such. Sleeping in, determined not by our needs but theirs, was a small price to pay for the joys of parenthood.
It was only yesterday it seems that we watched as they said their vows, and remembered.
The babies came, and we discovered that grandchildren can be loved perhaps even more.
But yesterday they said that you were ill. Cancer, they said. How could that be? We are still young, still strong, our lives ahead.
Yesterday, I stood beside an open grave, my heart not comprehending what had happened to the forty two years that were between the beginning and the end.
Love, here, must start and stop. Life, here, begins and ends. But in the quiet of this night, my Savior reaches down with unseen hands and calms my aching brow. In Him I am transported to another place where eternal joy has no yesterdays, no tomorrows. I see my love and he is smiling. I am reassured.
Tomorrow, I begin again, another walk, another journey. This one alone? Never. And I am at peace.
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