Memorial Day

Many of us will visit cemeteries today.  We may fuss with weeds, attach spring wreaths, plant a perennial, tuck a note by a stone, shed tears, and remember.  I’ve walked the tiny cemetery where my husband is buried.  Many markers indicate a life too short.  Some are military markers.  Almost three years later, I still say to God, “I just don’t get it!”

I remember Bob’s words to me during his terminal illness.  ‘God is not napping.’  His rich, tender baritone voice was soaked with rock solid confidence.

I remember.  God neither sleeps nor slumbers.  Certainly, the God of the universe did not dose off and a deadly virus sneak in unawares. I don’t know YOUR loss, but I do know this, my friend.  God was not napping.  He allows, He comforts, He cares, and He’ll be your tomorrow.

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