Many of you may know that my dear father passed away recently, so in his passing for me brings yet another journey, some have said “another song”, we’ll see about that! At first you’re walking in sort of a fog, shock, a disbelief. Can the one who was such a force, a foundation of your begining and existence be gone.

Each day you wake up in hope that the pain is over but, there it is. It comes over you like a flood. Holidays, birthdays, and family gatherings come but it's just not the same. The pain become so intense you fall on your face or bended knee calling out to the Father, our dear precious heavenly Lord. He knows, He understands the depth of suffering we feel. He sees every tear that is shed.  Going through the loss of a loved one is different for everyone.

For me, I couldn't sleep. I'd stay up all night trying to work through the pain, the darkest moments would seem to come in the stillness of the night.  I feared that it would never subside, and then after what felted like an enternity I would lift my head and there it would be, coming from the east a ray of light, the beautiful glorious sunrise. I would remember my father’s favorite song. "In the garden"

The east window in my sun room/prayer room of our home has become one of my favorite resorts. There, after the long nights, I found healing as I felt the light touch my tear stained face. While the dew was still on the rose His mercies would pour over me like a flood and the hope of peace would sustain me each day. The words from Lamentations 3:22-23 brought me great comfort.  This I recall to my mind, therefore I have hope. It is of the Lords mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassion fail us not. They are new every morning: great is thy faithfulness!

Whatever it is you’re going through today. My prayer for you is that you will look to the heavens and be reminded that His mercies are new each morning. 

In Christ love,  Janae