a faith observed: The little red car

Sunday, March 6, 2011

The little red car

Somehow I don't think this will be the only red car they get up to mischief in! I can only imagine these two fifteen years from now.... Yikes !!!

2 comments:

Marge said...: Oh for sure!! These are least of your car worries!!
Glad that Aunt Judith saw this one and the one with Gracie and the TP! I had just seen the one about Dad's birthday! I need to figure out how to get notified when you post something!
anyway...these are great!!; March 9, 2011 at 8:17 AM
Laurence Modithre said...: Haha, now that's what you call a "pully" car! It needs to be pulled before it can actually run. You really have to admire the things children would do to play and have fun. He looks really sweet pulling that toy car. :); October 27, 2011 at 4:53 AM

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This is me, a faith observed.

C.S. Lewis writes about the pain of losing his beloved wife, Joy, in his book, "A Grief Observed". In some ways this is my attempt to share my journey through grief and back into life, as the past nine months have been characterized by an immeasurable longing for my beloved father, who died suddenly this past January.

After months of hibernation from the internet, I unexpectedly find myself able to re-begin this blog and connect with my larger community of family and friends. This blog will likely reflect less of the intensity and depth of my pain and more of the simplicity and ordinary joy that keeps my life full - namely days running after our little boy, Simon Pierre. But it is because of the incredible love and presence that defined my relationship with my father, that I feel I can will myself to not just survive each day but to pour that same kind of love and attention onto Simon.

My father was an endless source of strength to me, a pillar of faith. His last words, spoken to my mother as he passed into that which is unseen, "God is good - good all the time", have remained with me through this dark cloud of grief. And when God seems hidden, when justice seems to be losing out, when life is unfair, and when death swallows up the one I most love, I remember my father's words and breathe in this promise, that the God of love is in the process of restoring that which has been destroyed.

And as my father told me in dream I've had since his death, "Look to Jesus. As a father, to point you towards Him is the best gift I can give to you." So here I am, this is me, a faith to be observed.

I hold onto that which is not always seen- the promise of God's goodness, the hope that one day in the promised new heavens and earth- on a grassy hill or a sand covered beach- the lion and the lamb will lie down side by side and I, too, will lie down side by side, next to my father, and we will laugh and laugh until there are no more tears left to cry.