11/5/10

Oct. 31, 2010



Sunday morning, on October 31, 2010 my grandmother, Delma Anna Whitt Pruden went home to be with the Lord.  She was 77 years old.  She was my last living grandparent.  She was my Mama.  I have experienced loss now in my adult life.  I hadn't before now.  I haven't been able to write, or even think for that matter, all week.  The first thing I wrote was this:

Loneliness
Sadness
Grief
Tears, quiet tears, gentle sobs, silent wet tears down my face.
Emptiness
Stand still
Grief
The world doesn't move on, my life is at a stand still.
Loss of life
Sorrow
Grief
A hole has appeared in my heart, who will fill it up?
Time
Praying
Hope
God will take my grief and give me His wonderful joy.

Isaiah 61:3
To appoint unto them that mourn in Zion, to give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness; that they might be called trees of righteousness, the planting of the LORD, that he might be glorified.



Through my suffering, God will be glorified. 
What a thought!
What a comfort.