The mission statement for Blue Cotton Memory is to “share homespun stories that provide laughter, insight into raising sons, solution options for challenges faced on both mothers and sons in and outside that relationship.”
Raising sons includes teaching them how to handle success, failure, pride, fear, competition, anger, relationships, humor, hurt, peas, ice cream, banana peels, and yes, even joy and mourning. Sadly, the posts of the last month have focused on the latter. I have been so blessed by the blogahood – either with sweet comments that made me smile or cry or both – and wonderful posts I read that made me laugh: Olga, Sarah and the Gentlemen, Lily, Kristi, Jennifer, Shell, Corrie, RCubes, Rebecca Jo, Christy Rose, Patti, JDaniels4Mom, Meg, Mika, Kelly, Tina, Rebecca, Raising My 4 Sons, Colleen, Sasha, Jana, Paula, Beverly, Karen, Michelle, Heather, Summer, Teresa, and Jessica.
Thank you ladies for encouraging me through the journey through Blue Cotton Praying to Blue Cotton Mourning to Blue Cotton Joy – I’m getting there. This closes a chapter of posts on mourning. You have been brave, courageous women to stop by and drop a line of kindess. You blessed me.
When David’s child was sick, he mourned. Those closest to him thought he was losing his mind, so much so they were scared to tell him, fearful of what he would do. Instead, he “arose from the earth, and washed and anointed himself and changed his clothes. And he went into the house of the Lord and worshipped”(2Samuel 12:20).
David ate and his servants questioned him asking, “What is this thing you have done? You have fasted and wept for the child while he was alive, but when the child died, you arose and ate food”(2Samuel 12:21).”
David answered, “But now he is dead. Why should I fast? Can I bring him back again? I shall go to him, but he will not return to me”(2 Samuel 12:23).
And that my friends is how sorrow is turned into Joy!
Thank you God
for knowing that we would love people down here with all our hearts
and not want to be separated from them forever
proof of your compassionate never-ending love
Heaven is just a further example of that love.
Because love is a reflection of you,
and you think of everything before we even realize or need
your gift of eternal life is further evidence
Just as you want us to come home to you
so do you want that home full of those we have strived to love
just as you love us
Thank you God for knowing, giving us the hope
to meet again those we love
And I pray that you send laborers across the paths
of those who have not entered into the family of God
so that the door to Your home
will be open to them, too,
so they will not be left out
of the great family reunion
“You have turned for me my mourning into dancing”(Psalm 30:11)