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I Believe You
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I don’t understand
It doesn’t make any sense
She was only sixteen
Her life was hardly spent
I asked
I pleaded
It appeared
You’d said, “Yes.”
Then suddenly when all seemed safe
She took her last breath
Tears
Anguish
Turmoil
Insurmountable grief!
Faith testing sobs convulsed me
But…
I still chose to believe
I believe that You love her
I believe that You care
I’ve chosen to trust that You heard me
No matter what!
I believe You were there.
Wendy/2012
Last Tuesday night, I could not settle under my blankets until I’d written this poem. It is in memory of my niece who died, in her sleep, five years ago. November is the month that I remember people’s deaths that I have grieved. As the coastal skies weep torrents of nature’s tears, I am at peace.
After writing this poem, I fell straight to sleep. “If counting sheep doesn’t help you fall sleep – then talk to the Good Shepherd.”
Peaceful Blessings ~ Wendy
PS – I don’t want to go into the why at this time, but I have attached an old post that explains why I believe we cannot judge where another person has gone when they have died. We don’t know what conversation has taken place between them and God in their dying moments. He does! It’s not about earning Heaven – it’s about God’s grace.
So true, Wendy. God gives as a gift not as a reward. We are all His beloved children, so how could it be otherwise.
Even as an imperfect parent, I can still say that I have always loved my children and always will. They may reject my love, some day, but I still love them. I would always welcome them home, but I can never drag them in the door. God, too, lets us have the choice to come home to him or not.
Blessings ~ Wendy
Outstanding. I really love this message.
I, too, love the grace that is offered to us all.
Blessings ~ Wendy
Love it Wendy, thanks for sharing.
I’m glad for his grace to speak of.
Blessings ~ Wendy
Again we touch on the same diamond although from different facets.
God bless you
Yes, his grace is the ultimate diamond! An everlasting one.
Blessings ~ Wendy
This is so wonderful, Wendy, on several levels. I’m sorry for the loss of your niece–and what lovely grace to be taken during sleep, that is certainly my prayer. You’re a gifted poet, talent and so much grace–thank you. God bless you–love, Caddo
Thank you, Caddo. It seems like I need to write a poem for every significant life event, before I can truly lay it to rest. There is something so healing about it. I know that I benefit from reading poems by other people, too. (ie. Like you!)
Blessings & hugs ~ Wendy
Dear Wendy, I have been with loved ones when God called them Home, and it is surely holy and private ground.
Blessings as you remember your niece, Ellen
Thank you, Ellen. I feel like that about birth, too. Both our entrance and exit of this present world are holy events. Although, our true beginning happens 40 weeks before birth.
Blessings ~ Wendy
How sad. Life brings so many challenges, doesn’t it? I’m glad that your writing is bringing you comfort, and ways to process your days. That is truly a gift…
Life is definitely a classroom and one day we get let out for the perfect and forever summer vacation. Some days are good and some not so good…but “it is our reaction that blesses or burns – not what happens to us.”
Blessings ~ Wendy
This is a beautiful poem . . .and the photos just added all the more. I so appreciated what you said about how we really don’t know for sure when someone dies. I always am uncomfortable when someone asks me that after a family member passes away. Thank you so much! God bless you as you work through your grief in such a ministering way. hugs!
Thank you for mentioning the uncomfortable question. I could write a long blog about that one… What happened with me is that someone assumed that I thought the worst. After years of prayers by me and my friends – how could I think the worst of someone that I loved? I believe He was there…
Blessings, and thank you, Debbie.
xo Wendy
Oh no! how sad…. xxx
Yes, but I believe He was there…
Blessings ~ Wendy