Happy Birthday to my belated beloved "husband," and earthly father of my children.
In viewing this photograph, where I captured my late husband in prayer; I was reminded of its journey. Among the things that my daughter was able to preserve, in the trunk of her car, during the valley of one of our darkest hours, unbeknownst even to her, was a box filled with photos and photo albums. I recalled the day she called me and told me how she had "dropped to the floor in tears" when she opened the box and discovered a lifetime full of family memories; that day, I cried like a baby too. Not just because the pictures had been saved, but more so because I knew what it meant to her to have them. I believe I've mentioned it before, my daughter was, and will, no doubt, always be, the quintessential "daddy's girl;" who, when recounting their relationship, often, lovingly refers to her dad by saying: "He was my homie."
In sharing this experience, I was also reminded of another situation, where following the death of my late "husband," God enabled me to be a blessing to others, through him. At the time of his death, I had been living in Atlanta for about a year. Now, as much as I love Atlanta, and anybody who has read any of my posts, knows that I do; even I can't explain it sometimes. Yet, one of the most heart wrenching things that, unfortunately, Atlanta is notorious for, is setting people's belongings out on the street when renters default on payment. Now, I've always tried to give according the following statute: Matthew 6: 3 But when thou doest alms, let not thy left hand know what thy right hand doeth. I don't even like to write my name on offering and tithing envelopes. I believe, as long as God knows, that's good enough; because, whether purposeful or not, man sometimes uses the sacredness of, even our giving to show favoritism. Favoring one another in love is quite different from showing favoritism based on status. Nevertheless, it would break my heart so, to see families, in what had to be a very dark hour for them, having salt poured in their wounds, that some of the money my husband left, I dedicated to sometimes paying other peoples rent or storage. All it took was a money order or a cashier's from a nonprofit charity account. There was no fanfare, no media was there, I didn't need a trophy, no one ever even had to know my name. I simply applied the Nike slogan "Just Do It."
Sorry, I got a little off subject. Some might call me foolish, accuse me of bad stewardship, or even of squandering my money; but I just never understood how people to whom God has blessed with even a little, let alone much, could be so selfish.
I didn't just logon on to share my experience; I also stopped by to tell those of you who are walking through that valley today: "Be not dismayed, God is still in the blessing and restoration business. He is Jehova-jireh! Trust Him; He will take care of you."
Thank You God for your favor on my life in having blessed me with this kind, beautiful, and decent man who, would have been 67 years old today, not only touched my life; but, unawares to him, would touch so many others, as well. Amen.
In viewing this photograph, where I captured my late husband in prayer; I was reminded of its journey. Among the things that my daughter was able to preserve, in the trunk of her car, during the valley of one of our darkest hours, unbeknownst even to her, was a box filled with photos and photo albums. I recalled the day she called me and told me how she had "dropped to the floor in tears" when she opened the box and discovered a lifetime full of family memories; that day, I cried like a baby too. Not just because the pictures had been saved, but more so because I knew what it meant to her to have them. I believe I've mentioned it before, my daughter was, and will, no doubt, always be, the quintessential "daddy's girl;" who, when recounting their relationship, often, lovingly refers to her dad by saying: "He was my homie."
In sharing this experience, I was also reminded of another situation, where following the death of my late "husband," God enabled me to be a blessing to others, through him. At the time of his death, I had been living in Atlanta for about a year. Now, as much as I love Atlanta, and anybody who has read any of my posts, knows that I do; even I can't explain it sometimes. Yet, one of the most heart wrenching things that, unfortunately, Atlanta is notorious for, is setting people's belongings out on the street when renters default on payment. Now, I've always tried to give according the following statute: Matthew 6: 3 But when thou doest alms, let not thy left hand know what thy right hand doeth. I don't even like to write my name on offering and tithing envelopes. I believe, as long as God knows, that's good enough; because, whether purposeful or not, man sometimes uses the sacredness of, even our giving to show favoritism. Favoring one another in love is quite different from showing favoritism based on status. Nevertheless, it would break my heart so, to see families, in what had to be a very dark hour for them, having salt poured in their wounds, that some of the money my husband left, I dedicated to sometimes paying other peoples rent or storage. All it took was a money order or a cashier's from a nonprofit charity account. There was no fanfare, no media was there, I didn't need a trophy, no one ever even had to know my name. I simply applied the Nike slogan "Just Do It."
Sorry, I got a little off subject. Some might call me foolish, accuse me of bad stewardship, or even of squandering my money; but I just never understood how people to whom God has blessed with even a little, let alone much, could be so selfish.
I didn't just logon on to share my experience; I also stopped by to tell those of you who are walking through that valley today: "Be not dismayed, God is still in the blessing and restoration business. He is Jehova-jireh! Trust Him; He will take care of you."
Thank You God for your favor on my life in having blessed me with this kind, beautiful, and decent man who, would have been 67 years old today, not only touched my life; but, unawares to him, would touch so many others, as well. Amen.
Always loved, and never forgotten, RIP ###.
THANK YOU FOR THE LAMB
You are the miracle; be the blessing. Bless someone who can't bless you back.
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THANK YOU FOR THE LAMB
You are the miracle; be the blessing. Bless someone who can't bless you back.
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