Tonight, despite the snowy land before us, we traveled the country roads to “The Italian Villa” in the rural setting called “La Torre” meaning “The Tower.” (Yes they have a 40 ft tower! Here is a summer pic....)
These are special people, John & Chris, that cooked for us 10 gals tonight. Their home is a special retreat that allowed good food with awesome fellowship. This is something I yearned for and anticipated since we wrote our names on their over-packed calendar back in 2009!
I think of Jesus and his dinner with friends that is so famous in the painting as well as the scriptures, The Last Supper. Supper with friends, breaking bread and wine in fellowship and symbolic of the sacrifice he was destined to on the cross – for all of us. Was this a time he anticipated with joy or sadness? He knew his destiny. Do we know ours? I hope so.
17 After taking the cup, he gave thanks and said, "Take this and divide it among you. 18 For I tell you I will not drink again of the fruit of the vine until the kingdom of God comes."
19 And he took bread, gave thanks and broke it, and gave it to them, saying, "This is my body given for you; do this in remembrance of me."
20 In the same way, after the supper he took the cup, saying, "This cup is the new covenant in my blood, which is poured out for you.
Saturday, January 23, 2010
My people will live in peaceful dwelling places, in secure homes, in undisturbed places of rest.
Thursday, January 21, 2010
The first look on Soph’s face was “uh uh, not too sure about this.” She took come coaxing to get her fingers into it. Still, the look was of concentration trying to process what was the deal here.
Then, “Up to my elbows in it!”
Then, there was the clean up – shaving cream play done.
That sticks with me….like shaving cream on the fingers gluing them together.
I’m forever changed from the far distance of experiencing a brother with cancer who passes away too young, with so many missed future events that we wanted him to be there for….his children’s wedding(s), grandchildren, retirement and the continued love of his wife and family. But his shaving cream time was done…..clean up and live on…..he’s in heaven now, watching us all, reunited with grandparents, aunts , uncles, cousins, friends ….but I’m still here, still missing him in my heart.
Then, there will be a time we will be reunited….until then; I know he’d want me to keep playing in shaving cream. I can hear his luaghter....
Proverbs 24:32 I applied my heart to what I observed and learned a lesson from what I saw.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Sunday, January 10, 2010
28 Like the appearance of a rainbow in the clouds on a rainy day, so was the radiance around him.
This was the appearance of the likeness of the glory of the LORD. When I saw it, I fell facedown, and I heard the voice of one speaking.
Saturday, January 9, 2010
I’ve cried tears daily as the memories flood my mind and soul in grief. My face and eyes have hurt from the wiping of the tears, only to have more come and come with a lack of being able to keep my eyes and face dry. Standing at the gravesite in cold Canadian air, feeling the sting of those tears once again, shaken to the core when the casket was lowered, watching my sister-in-law in her grief and aware of her loneliness made me cry out to God again, wondering if this is what Jesus in his humanness felt when he asked “My God, why have thou forsaken me?” I knew it was only his body and his soul was long rejoicing in heaven, but it was so final. It was so hard.
http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/jimschapanskyvery well so if you want to read that, it is a good source.
In closing I now sit in a hotel in a snow storm somewhere in South Dakota, we’ll return home tomorrow if traveling is good and I know we’ll jump head long into “life” again with the schedule of four children, church and activities. So this time for this journey of saying goodbye feels like it is ending – but it isn’t, as a day won’t go by that I won’t reflect on my brothers’s life and testimony. I feel changed, but I’m not sure how this will manifest in my life right now….but want it to in some way.
I’ll leave you with The Dash – a poem by Linda Ellis that I read at the Sunday evening sharing in response to our focus in the imovie we made of Jim’s life zeroing in on his dash on a screen:
I read of a man who stood to speak at the funeral of a friend. He referred to the dates on his tombstone, from the beginning ... to the end.
He noted that first came his date of birth and spoke the following date with tears, but he said what mattered most of all was the dash between those years. (1960-2009)
For that dash represents all the time that he spent alive on earth... and now only those who loved him know what that little line is worth.
For it matters not, how much we own, the cars...the house...the cash, what matters is how we live and love, and how we spend that dash.
So think about this long and hard... Are there things you'd like to change? For you never know how much time is left, that can still be rearranged.
If we could just slow down enough to consider what's true and real, and always try to understand the way other people feel.
And be less quick to anger, and show appreciation more, and love the people in our lives, like we've never loved before.
If we treat each other with respect, and more often wear a smile... remembering that this special dash might only last a little while.
So, when your eulogy's being read with your life's actions to rehash... Would you be proud of the things they say about how you spent your dash?
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