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In 2007, I began my original website, Sonshine's Haven. In 2007, it was turned into a blog and used to keep family updated on my first husband's fight with liver cancer. He passed away November of 2009. We were married for 34+ wonderful years and this journals some of that grief process I've gone through.

I have since remarried another widower, but Mike is missed dearly, and will always be a big part of my life.

At times, all of us will be called to act as witnesses to the suffering of another. We will be unable to affect the outcome physically. Words will fail us. Prayer will seem futile. And yet, the act of bearing witness to someone else's trials is a sacred sorrow that offers and astounding glimpse of eternal joy." by Ginger Garrett

"Being willing to stay with a loved one throughout their travail, can be difficult....YES! But offering yourselves as faithful companions on a dark and dreadful journey can be an unmeasured blessing." (paraphrased by me)

8.02.2009

Please pray Mike's procedure tomorrow will go smoothly, and will enable him to breathe more easily. Then again on Tuesday morning as he'll have his second chemotherapy treatment since last week.
I wanted to share a poem, that is special to me, by Beth Moore. I have loved it for several years and noticed it shares a verse, "the lifter of my head" (Psalm 3), which is a Bible verse that is one of my favorite. That same wording is in the lyrics to a song, done by the Brooklyn Tabernacle Choir, which was recently introduced to me through our church. I hope you will click on to the link below to listen to the song, and you can follow along with the lyrics at the bottom of this page.
God is Good ALL the Time!
Trust Me With Your Issac
For every Abraham who dares
To kiss the foreign field
Where glory for a moment grasped
Is for a lifetime tilled....
The voice of God
Speaks not but once
But 'till the traveler hears
"Abraham! Abraham! Bring your Issac here!
"Bring not the blemished sacrifice.
What lovest thou the most?
Look not into the distance,
You'll find your Issac close"
"I hear the tearing of your heart
Torn between two loves,
The one your vision can behold
The Other hid above."
"Do you trust me, Abraham
With your gravest fear?
Will you pry your fingers loose
And bring your Issac here?"
"Have I not made you promises?
Hold them tight instead!
I am the Lover of your soul--
The Lifter of your head."
"Believe me, O my Abraham
When blinded by the cost.
Arrange the wooded altar
And count your gains but loss."
"Let tears wash clean your blinded eyes
Until unveiled you see-
The ram caught in the thicket there
To set your Issac free."
"Perhaps I'll send him down the mount
To walk right by your side.
No longer in your iron grasp
But safer still in mine."
"Or I may wrap him in the wind
And sweep him from your sight
To better things beyond your reach-
Believe with all your might!"
"Look up, beloved Abraham.
Can you count the stars?
Multitudes will stand to reap
From one dear friend of God."
"Pass the test, my faithful one;
Bow to me as Lord.
Trust me with your Issac--see
I am your great Reward."
-By Beth Moore-
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