Sunday, September 7, 2008


Grief is a funny thing.

Last night I had a dream that my family was on a wonderful vacation of course in some warm sunny, tropical location - minus the hurricane.

We were staying in a beautiful hotel - not a tent.

I took a small child into the bathroom - because I'm desperate to be done with diapers! I've told myself that once I have potty-trained our children I can purchase a nice purse for myself - one that does not need to hold diapers.

When I came out of the bathroom, my brothers and sisters where there.

Jinger was sitting on one of the beds playing with Meredith.

Josh was swinging Jeffrey up in the air - strong man (oh I hate that I really have to call him a man!)

Juliet was holding Bella with Adam behind her holding Tyler.

Laying on the bed, on her side with her head propped up on her hand chatting with Mikalah, was Joy. I could only see the back of her, but it was Joy. I woke up gasping for breathe. Then desperately tried to go back to sleep so I could see her again. And hoping to catch a glimpse of the other three.

Instead, Jeffrey crawled into bed with me and pressed his entire body up against mine. Just to make sure I knew he was there.

So this morning Joy is heavily on my mind. And we are headed off to church. To sing songs like My Saviour, My God and In Christ Alone.

I had asked God to give me a heart for teaching the preschoolers on Sunday mornings. Today I am looking forward to being with the little people that take lots of attention rather than sitting in service reflecting. Funny way He answers prayers.


Chris said...
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Chris said...

What a special dream. I'm so glad you got to see Joy. And I'm glad God answered your prayer even if it was in an unexpected way.

terri said...

It's fun to see God answer our prayers in unusual ways. I hope your morning with all the little people went well.
Have a happy week. :)

Deedeeuk said...

Thanks for the email! The hug was appreciated! :o) I think it is still hitting me now that we are home from vacation. Finding out while we were gone was hard. Couldn't cry much since I didn't want to spoil the boys special time away.

I know how strange grief is. It hits when you least expect it. And I know what you mean too......some Sundays it just seems too hard to sing and cry - AGAIN! (((HUGS)))

Ivy Six-Pack said...

It is funny too how grief just jumps out of nowhere. The other day I was at the store and saw that plastic mesh craft stuff that you sew yarn into. Immediately I thought of my grandmother and how often she made stuff with that. i was tearing up in the middle of Hobby Lobby. - Who knew that Hobby Lobby could make you cry????