Friday, March 21, 2014

We Were Created For More

I gaze at the pictures on the wall. I sometimes wonder if I should take them down.

Everywhere I look there are signs of Elijah. 
And there should be. 
He was still living. 
He had no intention of meeting Jesus on July 28. 
He was expecting to go to a shooting match and then live the rest of his life. 
He was going to boot camp and we would celebrate his birthday.

I was going to write letters to him and fly to South Carolina for his graduation from Boot Camp. 
But he never made it home.

His bed remained empty. 
And now my heart is shattered. 
I step each day into seeing where God will lead. 
What will be the message He has for me this day. 
I try hard to push aside the distractions. 
I fill a bag with clutter that contributes to the distractions. 
I search for quiet moments; times to be still and know that He is God. 
This journey is not over for me. 
I still have living to do. 
How that works without my son is still an enigma.
I want to be faithful.
I need this to count for something. I keep doing the next thing.
We were created for more.
There is more than just this life. 
We are called to be torch bearers for the Word.
We bring a message of Truth.
We wait with anticipation for the day in which we are called heavenward.
We continue to grieve with hope. 

Romans 15:13
May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him,
 so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.

We will stand in the face of depression with faith
And we will walk the journey of cancer with grace. 
We will rest in the peace that passes all understanding.

Phillipians 4:7
And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, 
will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.


  1. Don't take the pictures down. Although they are reminders that Elijah is not here, they are reminders of the full life he lived on this earth in his short years. In my bedroom I am surrounded by pictures of Roscoe i, some with me. When I walk into or am just sitting the room I remeber what a loving and Godly man he was and I feel truly Blessed.
    Tammy, I love you and am praying for you, your sweet farmer and wonderful children.
    Jean Drury

    1. Thank you Jean. Sometimes I wonder.The pain too much. . . I miss him so much and all that will never be. But God is showing me each day, how wonderful He is. He will walk every step of this weary way. . .