It has already been 6 years
6 years since the strange shuffling of his foot and the droop in in his smile. Â 6 years since he seemed to become slow to respond and abnormally quiet. Â 6 years since the “C” word entered my life andÂ altered the landscape of my existence. Â 6 years. Â It seems distant and faded in many ways. Â I don’t cry all the time any more. Â I can remember things without getting sad. Â Most of my memories and my life are, after all, joyful to recall. 6 years of living in a misty fog and waiting.
In that six years, my kids made it through their formative teen years Â and have become amazing adults. Â Jim would be so proud.Â In that six years, Emily has found her life partner and is ready to launch her own family. Â In that 6 years we have struggled emotionally and financially but have witnessed God’s amazing grace and hisÂ unparalleled provision and favor.
6 days to work and on the 7th day God rested. Â Six years and a slave was freed in the Bible. Â So, here I am, ready to rest from this weary business of sorrow and to be free from this load of grief. Â I wonder what the next six years will bring but in the meantime I will remember the Lord’s lovingkindness and his faithfulness as I rest in the freedom He alone provides.