In a Special Land

• it is 8 months ago today since papa hubby went away
• I have made it through 2 seasons of the year
• and although my heart is missing a piece of me
• I can now have good moments and days
• where I can remember him with out tears
• it is a strange feeling to have a part of you
• gone and know that you can not ask for it back.
• I am now a widow who hangs out with the other widows
• at our church and we laugh and we cry and we miss
• our best friends--
• we manage to learn new things and
• we ask each other how to do things
• and we survive in spite of ourselves.
• ------while spring cleaning today--
• I found this poem that arrived here
• before papa hubby went home ---
• it is what he would say if he were here
• for but a moment --
• ---
• IN A SPECIAL LAND
• If I could sit beside you
• I would gently hold your hand.
• I'd comfort you and tell you of a
• a very special land.
• A land with joy and laughter where
• the angels fill the air;
• a land of such great beauty that
• the earth cannot compare.
• I know in all your sorrow how
• you wish me back with you,
• though I with life beyond your thoughts
• can give you just a view.
• So do not put your trust in men
• for mortals cannot save.
• But put your hope in Jesus Christ
• the victor of the grave.
• Then whether it is days or years
• until I hold your hand---
• take comfort, for the Lord and I
• are in a special land--( by Carla Muir)
• --
• missing papa hubby and trusting in the Lord

with hugs from Meme