I was sitting here just now, thinking how nice it would have been, had you spoken softly to me the other day, to direct me through a difficult task I recently had. Immediately, of course, the light came on, and I realized, that if our beloveds on the other side could speak to us, with answers to every question we have, we would most likely lose our faith in God as there would be no need to call on Him. We would always call on you.
I am totally beginning to understand why the only communication we here on earth, can have with the heavenly saints, is in worship of His Holiness. You are perfected, we are not. We only know our earthly desires. Mine would be for you to help me as you always did. But I know the fleshly me and ... well you know Buddy.
I have been missing you terribly much lately. I love you more than ever.
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Our handsome guy.
Until we meet again, may God
hold you in the palm of His hand.
Nathan Daniel Conner
Our handsome guy.
Until we meet again, may God
hold you in the palm of His hand.
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Naturally the reason I am starting this blog is to try to muddle through the loss of my beloved grandson Nathan Daniel Conner. But why call it Only for a Morning? Let me share with you.
As I was walking my fur babies the other morning, I stood in awe of the beautiful orange and red variegated Morning Glories. I was astounded at their presence as I hadn't planted them and yet they appeared as though to usher in the morning in all their magnificence as their tiny trumpet shaped blossoms reminded me that "This is the day which the LORD has made; Let us rejoice and be glad in it." Ps. 118:24
As I stood and admired their beauty, the thought crossed my mind that it's such a shame that such a lovely, delicate bloom only lasted for such a short time, as so many days I'm not up early enough to revel in their beauty. They come out only for the morning. I realized at that moment, that was how Nathans life seemed to be; only for the morning. He would never see the evening. Why must so many beautiful things be so short lived? Nathan was a beautiful boy, young man, and his life was cut so short. He had so much to give, and to learn and experience. Why our boy?
I miss him terribly and can hardly post for the trembly hands and watery eyes. God I know you are taking better care of him than we ever could have, but we sure do miss him. If only we could have him back.
I also learned that morning; that my grief isn't a one time thing that I'll get over after awhile. It's a journey, a long sometimes arduous journey. My life has changed forever, and I need to learn to adjust, and that is what this blog is about.
Blessings, Lin aka Grama
As I was walking my fur babies the other morning, I stood in awe of the beautiful orange and red variegated Morning Glories. I was astounded at their presence as I hadn't planted them and yet they appeared as though to usher in the morning in all their magnificence as their tiny trumpet shaped blossoms reminded me that "This is the day which the LORD has made; Let us rejoice and be glad in it." Ps. 118:24
As I stood and admired their beauty, the thought crossed my mind that it's such a shame that such a lovely, delicate bloom only lasted for such a short time, as so many days I'm not up early enough to revel in their beauty. They come out only for the morning. I realized at that moment, that was how Nathans life seemed to be; only for the morning. He would never see the evening. Why must so many beautiful things be so short lived? Nathan was a beautiful boy, young man, and his life was cut so short. He had so much to give, and to learn and experience. Why our boy?
I miss him terribly and can hardly post for the trembly hands and watery eyes. God I know you are taking better care of him than we ever could have, but we sure do miss him. If only we could have him back.
I also learned that morning; that my grief isn't a one time thing that I'll get over after awhile. It's a journey, a long sometimes arduous journey. My life has changed forever, and I need to learn to adjust, and that is what this blog is about.
Blessings, Lin aka Grama
Nathan
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