Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Across The Jordan River

We had the funeral today for Art's Grandpa B (Papa), and it was just as hard as they always are, but a celebration at the same time. So many family members had come to say goodbye that we were able to make it an impromptu family reunion. There was a new great-grandbaby to show everyone, some grandkids who drove from Pennsylvania, a sister from California...lots of love in one big room.

My father preached the funeral, since he was Papa's pastor. I was proud of Dad like I always am when I see him becoming a channel for the grief of others straight to the throne of God. My father is the best example I think I've seen of laughing with those who laugh and mourning with those who mourn. I know I inherited this from him, but I stifle it because I'm afraid to cry in front of others. I don't know why, I just am.

Anyway I cried today right along with everyone, and felt a little silly since I was only his granddaughter-in-law. Oh well. Papa would've cried with me, I know, because he was a very tender-hearted man. I have to believe that he understood my tears.

1 comment:

aftergrace said...

You have been blessed with such a deeply spiritual family, I have always stood in awe of how you all handle life's trials and tribulations. I know that when the time is right you will feel free to allow your tears to flow in front of others. It's all in God's time.