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After the Rain
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After the rain
when the washing of my soul
has renewed the Light
within my heart
and made God’s love my goal
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After the rain
when the tears have ceased
and faith’s restored
my broken heart
and joy is now released
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After the rain
when the sun brilliant shines
and hope has birthed
a mended heart
and peace again is mine.
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After the rain
when I’ve shed this burden
and He’s given Love
so my heart now full
is ready to believe again.
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Wendy ❀ 2014
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I lost my dog, Sushi (my Pupcake).
He died during the last week of April
from the same illness he had beat once before.
( Immune Mediated Hemolytic Anemia )
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Pets have a way
of not just climbing into your lap—
but into your heart.
They love, trust, and believe
with a depth that shows ours often shallow.
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Grief often accuses the bearer
with words that wound
even deeper:
You could have done more.
You could have loved more.
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But the tears fall
and flow like a river
as I long to ride these rapids
after the one I lost
and bring him back to this side…
(this shore of life that we shared).
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I waited on God.
I made a choice to look for His comfort.
It came.
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Many of you may recall that a lot of my flower pictures were taken
while I was outside with my little dog (some of these were).
Have you ever lost a pet unexpectedly?
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The picture below is one taken
after he’d started recovering in September.
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‘Don’t cry for me
I’m in the Father’s garden
waiting for you’
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Blessings of Loving Comfort ~ Wendy ❀
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Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ,
the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort,
who comforts us in all our troubles,
so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves
have received from God.
2 Corinthians 1:3-4
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My condolences, Wendy. Your grief and love for Sushi come through clearly. The photos are such a beautiful tribute to your love for your friend. And I love how you made the choice to be comforted by Him who will always come through if we would exchange our ashes for beauty.
Thank you for your lovely comment, Diana. ❀ I miss the little guy–but it doesn’t hurt as intensely now. Grief is a journey. Blessings for your weekend.
My dog died 9 years ago and I still miss her. You are correct; grief is a journey. At first, I could not even cry, it took me 3 years to cry, now, I have a smile when I think of her. I miss her, but with a smile of gratitude for the angle that God gave me for 10 years.
Genie, dogs really are angels. They’re selfless with their love and devotion. I miss my little guy. But it’s gotten easier. Blessings ~ Wendy ❀