Monday, March 1, 2010

In the Morning When I Rise

The wind is blowing this morning and it is cold and dark.

Friends told me that the sky was filled with clear cold stars last night and that it was beautiful. I didn't want to look.

I will want to look later.

The moon is brighter. Is it full?

Charla sent me a picture she had taken of Philip dealing with a deer carcass we butchered three years ago or so. It made me laugh out loud. Then cry.

Blackie, our dog, is lying on the floor at the foot of my bed snoring.

I remember coming back from our trip from Texas to see two bath mats laid out symmetrically at the foot of the bed for the dogs. Philip loved them. I think they kept him company during the lonely cold days. I smiled when I saw the mats on the floor because Philip always pretended he was so stern with them.

When I went to bed I whispered many things to Philip. And to God. When I woke up this morning and thought of some particularly sweet memory I told him thank you. Again.

3 comments:

Polly said...

It was full last night. And today is such a beautiful day. Years ago, the day of my mother's funeral & burial service was a remarkable bright, sunny, beautiful March day after weeks and weeks of incessant, dreary rain. It felt like a gift--it *was* a gift. God is good.

We are thinking of you today, and thinking of Isaiah 40:11.

Christi said...

Dear Ginger I am praying over you today...But those who wait on the LORD Shall renew their strength; They shall mount up with wings like eagles, They shall run and not be weary, They shall walk and not faint.

You are precious in God's eyes and mine too. You continue to amaze me. I love you and will talk with you soon...Love Christi

One Day At A Time said...

I saw the full moon last night. I haven't stopped thinking of you each of you. I thought the service today was so glorifying to God, and so sweet in the memories of Philip, and so real in the presence of pain. Each time I see that picture of Philip in the field of bluebells I think how free and triumphant his spirit is now with his Maker. For THAT we can rejoice. I love you all.