I Found My Anchor
Losing you in death is like cutting a piece of my heart. I would not equate it though to the thousand deaths I endured watching you die, physically suffering and in pain. I learned to let you go so you wouldn’t look forward to another day locking horns with cancer. For a long time I carried that burden inside me - the nightmarish hell of trying to save a dying man.
In the end, my puny efforts were in vain. Your physical body was convulsing in rebellious retreat to a sanctuary called peace. It was folding unto itself, disintegrating before my very eyes until nothing is left but dust. Where do I turn now that you are gone?
I reached out from the depths of my sorrow and found God. In Him, I have found my anchor. I wept and I mourned and I rested. And life began anew.
In the end, my puny efforts were in vain. Your physical body was convulsing in rebellious retreat to a sanctuary called peace. It was folding unto itself, disintegrating before my very eyes until nothing is left but dust. Where do I turn now that you are gone?
I reached out from the depths of my sorrow and found God. In Him, I have found my anchor. I wept and I mourned and I rested. And life began anew.