I have been reflecting on the loss of so many people around me this year and lots of friends and family members not only losing someone close to them, but also going through very difficult struggles themselves. My prayer list grows everyday and some days it overwhelms me to think of how much sorrow and sadness and struggle there is in this world because of sin--and yet at the same time an amazing amount of beauty, joy, and bliss is also to be enjoyed in this world because of God's amazing grace. It's the paradox of the mixed condition those that are in Christ find themselves in--we are saved and made for another world--free from sin and its power and presence, but still living in this flesh that is sinful and has sinful desires. O for THAT DAY when Jesus comes back and sets everything aright--what glorious Days those will be! In reflecting on these things, I wrote this poem in memory of Aurora. I hope it brings you joy in some small way.
In Loving Memory of Aurora Rose #Aurorasjoy
Life is such a precious gift,
Given to each one of us from the Father of Light,
Born with a purpose,
Special and unique,
No one else can take our place,
Or fill that space.
That space that you encompass,
Brings a special light to mine,
As you join me on this journey,
What deeds shall we find?
Each morning we awake,
We have a choice to make,
Will we greet the day with joyful anticipation,
Or slumber hours, minutes, and seconds away?
We travel awhile with joy until we see,
That along the path comes sadness, sorrow, strife.
We try each morning to rise with joy,
Until one day we realize,
The joy is gone and replaced with doubt…fear…even despair.
What happened to the life I once knew?
That life that I was meant to live?
None of these burdens were intended for me…
Surely God wouldn’t expect me to suffer…
But O suffering has it’s hour.
Suffering has its hour because of sin,
Sin has power until it meets,
Our conquering Savior, Jesus.
God become man, in MY place,
Living the life I should,
The life I strive to, O how I pray to live,
But fall short every time.
God knows—God Sees—God Cares
Every person unique,
Like a snowflake or a gentle rose,
A sunrise after an earthquake,
The quiet pitter patter of rain after a summer storm,
The butterfly rising from the cocoon…
The plant pushing through the dirt,
The work is hard, there is darkness clouding out the light,
Tears, pain, exhaustion,
Yes, death, O horrible death.
And yet…peace, comfort, hope in the midst of sorrow.
Hope for the dawn, Hope for the sun, Hope for the light…Hope for the promise of tomorrow—-tomorrows beautiful light.
The everlasting light of Christ,
The first thing she sees,
Little Aurora Rose—precious in His sight.
We don’t understand—we weep, we cry, we hug, we rejoice,
For this little one knows nothing but pure delight….
Unending bliss, free from the sinful curse on this earth,
And One Day…O One Day Jesus is coming back for His own…
If you are hid in Christ what glorious Days those will be!
An everlasting home, created just for you and me.
So come, I beg you, join me in this life,
This life we are living,
Always, only, all for Him.
Rachelle Thomas
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