Today Crysten, Elynn, Lauren and I went up to see Marie.  It was so nice out we wheeled her to the little store/restaurant across the street.  She enjoyed diet Pepsi and ice cream. 

Afterwards, we stopped by my cousin's house.  She just buried her 39 year old son, Matthew, while I was in North Carolina.  I wrote about it back then. 

The days aren't getting any easier for Carol Ann, yet.  The reality of a son so suddenly taken is just now setting in.  It comes in waves.  Most of you know what that is like.  It's been 8 years since we lost dad, and I still have those waves at times. 

I came home and found a newsletter from a friend and the Lord reminded me of a song that became special to me years ago, and I wanted to send it to my friend.  It was appropriate for the grieving she was doing. 

Doves and Butterflies is where you can actually hear a bit of the tune. 

Doves And Butterflies

By Christine Wyrtzen from the album For Those Who Hurt

http://www.daughtersofpromise.org/

The old grey farmer

stepped out his kitchen door

In time to see a butterfly

engaged in quite a chore.

His cocoon held him captive

as he pulled to get away.

The struggle was intense

and the man began to weigh

How he could free the butterfly

and let him fly away.

With a knife in his hand

he gently cut inside

And freed the tiny butterfly

who quickly fell and died.

He needed time to fight

for the strength to stand the test

To develop strength and poise

so he could win at life’s great test

And so the need for us to spend

some time in suffering’s nest.

Oh, God, I want to soar

as a dove with butterflies.

I love to see his freedom

and I long to share his skies.

But since you’ve brought this fire

to a place it needs to be

Do your purifying work -

perfect  Your life in me.

And though I’ve not the vision

to see past the pain I bear.

I can rest in grace sufficient

in the heat of my despair.

He wants to breath endurance

to the trials that arise

And mold me into someone

who will comfort and advise.

Oh let His church be patient,

for we’ll soon be butterflies.

Oh, God, I want to soar

as a dove with butterflies.

I love to see his freedom

and I long to share his skies.

But since you’ve brought this fire

to a place it needs to be

Do your purifying work perfect Your life in me.

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Posted by Anonymous

Thank you Susan for the poem. Very nice. I enjoyed your visit. Carol Ann

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