No More Tears

I had to go back to the eye doctor today for a visual field test.  I had never had one before and since my right eye is extremely bad compared to the left one the doctor wanted to test me.  He was satisfied with the results which he said was pretty normal and what he expected.  The best part is that he didn't charge me anything.

After I left the appointment, I went to the parsonage to move some stuff around for the girl who will be picking up some of the furniture, etc next Tuesday.  I pulled what I could to the man room in the parsonage so that the stuff could go out the door on the side of the house towards the drive way.  I also unboxed the remaining dishes I had in the kitchen so she could see if she needed anything.  I couldn't move some of the items because of size.  Some things will have to go out the door in the front of the house that faces the street.

While there, I made the mistake of dragging the stuff out of one of the end tables that was in the man cave.  It was stuff of Tim's that made me cry as I looked through it.  Especially the things he had gotten from the kids and grandkids.

When Tim went into the hospital the first time after the cancer came back in 2013, Jessica and Liz had helped the kids create a care box for him.  I also found a photo album with pictures of Tim with the grandkids and also where some of them answered a questionnaire about their favorite things they had done with grandpa, etc.  That's when the crying began as I flipped through the pages of the scrapbook.  Other things included the hat, very dark sunglasses, and the Michael Jackson gloves he had to wear while driving or being outside because the medicine he took at the time would cause him to sunburn severely.  There was also a stack of get well cards and prayer cards from people all over.  And there were several notebooks with different "cures" for cancer.

I went out to check the mail and noticed the daffodils and hyacinth in bloom and it made me sad to think about the flowers coming up as usual but Tim would not be able to enjoy them as usual.  Nothing is "as usual" any longer.  Everything is different since he is gone.

But, these flowers coming up faithfully every year reminds me of the faithfulness of God, too.  He is faithful in His promise to never leave me nor forsake me.  I know He has been with me every step of the way through my widowhood.

One of these days, He will be faithful to take me to heaven, too.  Revelation  21:4 says, "And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away."  I can hardly wait for that time!  I will no longer cry for the sorrow of missing Tim.  What a grand and glorious day that will be!

WHAT A DAY THAT WILL BE

There’s coming a day when no heartaches shall come
No more clouds in the sky
No more tears to dim the eye
All is peace forever more
On that happy golden shore
What a day, glorious day that will be

What a day that will be when my Jesus I shall see
When I look upon His face the one who saved my by His grace
When He takes me by the hand and leads me to the promised land
What a day, glorious day that will be

There will be no sorrows there
And no more burdens to bear
No more sickness and, no more pain
No more parting over there
And forever I will be with the one who died for me
What a day, glorious day that will be

What a day that will be when my Jesus I shall see
When I look upon His face the one who saved my by His grace
When He takes me by the hand and leads me to the promised land
What a day, glorious day that will be

What a day that will be when my Jesus I shall see
When I look upon His face the one who saved my by His grace
When He takes me by the hand and leads me to the promised land
What a day, glorious day that will be

Even so, come, LORD Jesus!