Sing of Your Glory Now
Tonight, I am sad. No, actually, I’m MAD! I’m heartbroken and MAD!
Cancer… I’m SO mad you! I’m mad that Jake has gone thru so much and still has so, so much more. I’m mad because of what we are about to put him thru, that NO little boy should EVER go thru. On that point we will go round later. MOSTLY……. I’m so very mad that you took another of our babies. I’m so deliriously, tearfully mad! I can’t stand myself, I can’t see the keyboard for all the tears, I’m so ANGRY!
This much I tell you… I speak for all of us cancer parents… this makes us fight harder. Stronger. We will rally. We’ll stand arm and arm and when the dust settles and our strength returns, we will line up and we will FIGHT you harder than you know. You won’t see us coming, much like the thief in the night that you are. We will come together and we will be sure that our babies are not lost in vain. We will share their stories, we will rejoice in their short and precious lives, we will PRAY!
You break our hearts and instill fear, you bring despair and you steal the loves of our lives but what you don’t know, is that we are teaching our children about Love. We are teaching them about the One that is Light. We are teaching them that you will not steal their spirit… that they will live on… painlessly, happy, and FREE! We are teaching them that when they leave our arms, they will run straight to JESUS. And that cancer……..you WILL NEVER TAKE!
Rest in love and perfect peace, sweet Sean.
This song has been speaking to me all day. It’s beautiful and fitting. Sing of Your Glory Now by Bebo Norman http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z3wa89TU3WU
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Becky
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Always standing right alongside you and rallying with you!
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Kristi
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I cry with you. I pray with you. PLEASE – ask if there is something specific we can do. ANYTHING a human is capable of, we will do. We love you and are so so so proud of your boy for showing us strength, courage and pink fuzzy earmuffs. 😉
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Paul Brown
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When death, like a Gypsy, comes to steal what I love, I will still look to the heavens; I will still seek your face. But I fear you aren’t listening because there are no words. Just the stillness and hunger for a Faith that assures. I will sing of your mercy that leads me thru valleys of sorrow to rivers of joy…..yeah
~jars of clay (The Valley Song)
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