Tuesday, August 18, 2015

HAPPY BIRTHDAY - AUGUST 18, 2015

Bethany and I went out to the cemetery this morning to take flowers and balloons in honor of Ken's birthday. Five birthdays we have remembered without him, and every one reminds me of what a great and Godly man he was, and how much I miss him. Every time I see his grave, there is a pain in my heart that says,"how can this be true?" We were supposed to grow old together and celebrate many birthdays together for many more years to come. But, for whatever reason, it is true. He left us much too soon. This year I feel the need to have my kids and grandkids near me. They are a part of him; the part that I have left of him. And they are each so beautiful and precious! And his mother and sister and her family are so precious to me because they were so precious to him. They are going to be having a new baby in their family, and I am just as excited as if it were my own grandbaby. I know Ken would be, and probably is, too. I love them so much as I know Ken (or Kenneth, as they called him) did as well. When I was young, my two greatest desires were to serve God with all my heart, and to have a husband and family that all served Him together. Thank God He gave me the desires of my heart for a season of my life. My desire is still to love and serve God with all my heart, and my family did serve Him together. Now that season is over and I no longer have the man God gave me to serve Him with, and I miss that. The rest of my family have their own families and lives,and I miss that. But I thank God that Ken and I together had the God-given privilege to raise them to love and serve Him. I know he loves them and is as proud of them as I am. What a legacy! What better gift than to have your children and grandchildren love God whom you faithfully served all your life! Happy Birthday, Sweetheart! You did well!!!

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  1. I'm missing Daddy a lot the last couple days. Funny how grief comes in waves...you'll be okay for a while, & not think much about it, & then something triggers a memory or causes you to FEEL his absence, and then you can't STOP thinking about it. I miss Daddy's encouragement...he always made me feel like I was okay, even when I thought I wasn't. I miss his advice, which I always knew was the best I'd find anywhere. I miss his hugs, and I miss the fun way he played with Genzi & Riah. I miss his long talks with Peter about church, doctrine, or politics.

    Heaven seems too long of a wait today.

    Rebekah

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