Gifts of the Spirit

One night only

Some time ago I read a comment that remains with me over the years.
“We are here to walk each other Home.” I think it is a Buddhist quote. But, I think this is a universal truth that we truely are here for this short span of time on the earth to be a comfort and an encourager of each other. When I read Sue Vincent’s blog post this morning, this is how I felt as she revealed the new truth that she is now facing. Gifts of the Spirit come to us individually and sometimes in very strange ways. As a follower of Jesus, I know that what he said is one size that fits all of us.
“I am the Way, the Truth, and the Life. ”

Just this past summer, my husband and I purchased our grave marker that will be installed on our grave site in our cemetary plot in The Village of Wurtemburg, where we live. The truth is that all of us are in the same boat with Sue – we are all on our journey Home and none of us know when exactly that day will arrive. But, we all know we are heading there every day.

Let us keep each other in our prayers. When you think of Sue, as you read her post today, please keep Sue in your prayers.
As we think of each other, at any time of the day or night, please whisper a prayer as you feel led to do at the time.

I love this insight from the Bible, “We are a fragile breeze that will never return. ” I also know that when friends and family can no longer accompany me into eternity, I will be holding the hand of the One who overcame death and hell, and lives forever – Jesus.

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

Image courtesy of Helen Jones.

Well, I made a right hash of that.

I was going to post something… then wasn’t… then thought I ought… then knew how private it was… then remembered what I’d told others. Maybe being honest might help someone else going through the mill…

When you get slung into surreal situations, there is a sort of fail-safe that plays out scenarios in the safety of half-buried imagination. Lets you try them on for size, if you like. Get a feel for how they fit. The calm, unfazed acceptance, the screaming fury, the sanitised sanity of philosophical serenity…

In none of them does your oxygen canula keep filling with snot when the tears even you don’t understand keep coming. When it is a relief to have answers you would cheerfully scream at. When the dying becomes the easy part and living, knowing how much it is going…

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One reply on “One night only”

Isn’t this the hardest thing you ever reblogged?

I love Sue so much.

She taught me many things through her writing.

Patty L. Fletcher

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Food For Thought

We all are the Light, automatically. So we really don’t have to go too much further than that. We all have a Light within us – it is the Soul; it is that spark of God, of the Divine, that activates our consciousness.

-John-Roger, DSS

Source: New Day Herald website

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