September 7th is a day that has the entirety of life embedded in it.
It is the day I celebrate the birth of the most important human being in my life, my husband Dan.
It is also the day I mourn the single most influential person in my life: my mother, who went Home on my husband's birthday.
Ever since 2004, September 7 has been full of conflict in my heart. I celebrate his presence and mourn her absence, which is the truest reality of ALL our lives as we live each day "in between."
On any given day, we ride the spectrum between highs and lows, joy and sorrow, dancing and mourning. I choose to face the September 7s of my life as a reminder of God's fulfilled promise in Isaiah 61:3, when He replaces despair with praise, mourning with joyous blessings, and ashes with crowns of beauty.
On any given day, we ride the spectrum between highs and lows, joy and sorrow, dancing and mourning. I choose to face the September 7s of my life as a reminder of God's fulfilled promise in Isaiah 61:3, when He replaces despair with praise, mourning with joyous blessings, and ashes with crowns of beauty.
Happy Homecoming anniversary to my mom, and happy birthday to my best friend! Thank you both for giving me the best reminder of God's goodness.
God, thank You for the gifts of September 7!
1 comment:
I remember when your mom passed so clearly but I don't think I ever knew that it was also Dan's birthday. Our Jacob was born still on Eric's dad's birthday. The internal conflict is always tough for me. I completely understand your heartache on this day. ❤️
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