Memories and Lessons

Where do I start? All week I've thought of doing a tribute to our little Lilybet who passed Tuesday morning. She was truly my little girl, from the day we brought her home until the night before she left us. It hurts and I don't want to believe it at times. I guess I'm in the denial stage of grief. With God's help I'm working through those emotions. We were blessed with almost 2 wonderful years with her and I will rejoice in those memories, but I will still miss her. Dwayne posted a great tribute to her on his blog. The nights are the hardest indeed because we really cuddled and bonded then. She knew before we did that I was expecting, changing sleeping between my legs on the sofa to curling up on my tummy. So very precious, a little mommy. She didn't suffer and went quickly, for that I am greatful. I will miss you babygirl, Lilyb. I know you're kissing Ruth like crazy and curling up on her lap and even playing with Guilo.

Now on to something that struck me on Wednesday night at church during our young adult study. Our teacher, Pete, was talking about a message he heard on the radio about Jesus borrowing. I had never thought about this. Jesus borrowed everything and used it for the time needed and gave it back. He borrowed an unwed mother's womb. He borrowed the manger. He rode a borrowed ass, ate in a borrowed room. He was even barried in a borrowed tomb, after all He didn't need it very long. He borrowed these things because this wasn't His home, among other reasons. After the past few weeks and years of loss we've had I find great peace in knowing this world, this earth, this time is not all there is for me. I am here to suffer only a little while and then I will rejoin my family and friends who are so fortunate to have gotten to Heaven before me. I'm here on borrowed time, every breath is borrowed and every breath is a gift from God. Which leads me to a sermon our pastor preaches. A couple Sunday's ago, he touched on it briefly but it is still so powerful. One of the words for Jesus is Yhwh, most of us say yahweh but that is not it. Yhwh, there are no a's or e's. Well how, you might ask, is it said? Inhale, yh. exhale wh. Every breath you take is God's name. Every sigh whether happy or irriating is God's name. Each and every breath. The sermon of course is much more powerful then my short notes on it, but there is power even in them. Sometime I will ask for the mp3 version of the sermon and post it here.