To everything there is a season,
and a time to every purpose under heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
A time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
....I wanted to write about the memorial service, but we were exhausted afterwards. I want everyone who is reading the blog to know that it was absolutely perfect and beautiful. Thank you for the prayers...they made all the difference.
The slide show came together and every other part of the service as well. It was everything we had prayed it would be. The Lord was honored and lifted up for all to see, and we wanted people to know who Joey was, and that was also accomplished. The Lord carried us and helped us through the most difficult week of our lives.
We are now mourning in a new way as we pack up his little bungalow, and sort through his things...some to give away and some to keep for ourselves. That is very difficult and heart-wrenching. It makes real to us that his earthly life is over and we weep over the mementos of his life--his guitar and ukulele, his t-shirts and board shorts, his wallet and glasses and toothbrush. It really hurts.
We are so comforted that he is spiritually alive and living in eternity. We keep our focus by remembering that He is with the Lord...he is safe. Thank you for keeping us in your prayers. We are relying on them as we close down Joey's life. We think we'll be home this weekend.