God put this lady, my friend Terre, singing this song on my heart this morning. This video was filmed December 24th, 2009, while Terre was deep in her battle with terminal cancer. She went home in early September of the following year.
I encourage you to listen. So pure and beautiful. Terre was that way.
Praising God for beautiful Terre's life and her unfailing love for Jesus. And praising Him that she is celebrating Christmas with the Savior himself. Miss you, Terre.
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Thursday, December 22, 2011
Friday, September 3, 2010
rough week
Man, it has been a long and emotionally exhausting week. Jonah had his 18 month check-up, a shot, and an unsuccessful blood draw Monday. On Tuesday, Jonah got Croup, had to spend hours in doctors' offices and had to get xrays. On Tuesday evening Jill died. Tuesday night through Friday morning, steroids (last dose was this morning!) made Jonah clingy, extremely fussy, inconsolable, and wanting ONLY Mommy. Thursday night Terre died. This morning, Jonah was the worst yet, completely inconsolable through most of bath and dressing change. But he woke up from nap feeling better, so the day was looking up.
But then, right after I finished feeding him his lunch, I opened the fridge to clean off one of the shelves where an egg had broken and leaked. Jonah crawled and pulled up on the fridge shelves while I was cleaning. No big deal. But then, when I was ready to shut the door, I moved him just out of the way enough to close it. As I was closing it, the WHOLE ENTIRE FRIDGE DOOR fell off and slammed face down on the floor. It was within centimeters of really hurting Jonah. It brushed up against his leg when it fell, but thankfully, it just touched the bandaged part. He was so scared, but I snatched him up fast before he had time to really realize what had happened. So then I had a scared and screaming baby, and a fridge door (including smashed eggs and leaking sauce bottles) face down on my kitchen floor. My dad had left about thirty minutes earlier, so I called him to come back. While I was waiting for him, I trapped Jonah in his exersaucer in the basement and hiked all the food that I really cared about (mostly his yogurts, cheeses, milk etc) and took it down to the garage fridge. I didn't even attempt to lift the door and see the damage till my dad got back. It took him the rest of the afternoon to fix it.
My first feeling was terror when I thought it was going to hurt Jonah. But then, when I knew he was okay, all I could think was, "You have got to be kidding me? What else?"
It was very frustrating, but in the scheme of things, it is NOT important at all. (But I didn't even stop to take a photo of how ridiculous it all was, because, frankly, I was just too pissed off to take pictures.) I'm ready for this week to be OVER and for a three day weekend and am praying for cooler weather tomorrow and Sunday.
But then, right after I finished feeding him his lunch, I opened the fridge to clean off one of the shelves where an egg had broken and leaked. Jonah crawled and pulled up on the fridge shelves while I was cleaning. No big deal. But then, when I was ready to shut the door, I moved him just out of the way enough to close it. As I was closing it, the WHOLE ENTIRE FRIDGE DOOR fell off and slammed face down on the floor. It was within centimeters of really hurting Jonah. It brushed up against his leg when it fell, but thankfully, it just touched the bandaged part. He was so scared, but I snatched him up fast before he had time to really realize what had happened. So then I had a scared and screaming baby, and a fridge door (including smashed eggs and leaking sauce bottles) face down on my kitchen floor. My dad had left about thirty minutes earlier, so I called him to come back. While I was waiting for him, I trapped Jonah in his exersaucer in the basement and hiked all the food that I really cared about (mostly his yogurts, cheeses, milk etc) and took it down to the garage fridge. I didn't even attempt to lift the door and see the damage till my dad got back. It took him the rest of the afternoon to fix it.
My first feeling was terror when I thought it was going to hurt Jonah. But then, when I knew he was okay, all I could think was, "You have got to be kidding me? What else?"
It was very frustrating, but in the scheme of things, it is NOT important at all. (But I didn't even stop to take a photo of how ridiculous it all was, because, frankly, I was just too pissed off to take pictures.) I'm ready for this week to be OVER and for a three day weekend and am praying for cooler weather tomorrow and Sunday.
As for tonight, I go to bed knowing that Jill and Terre are together WITH JESUS, and as much as they are missed and cried for here on Earth, I have to be happy. No more pain. No more suffering. Freedom. Rest. Eternity in the place where they wanted most to be. THANK GOD!
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| Terre |
to die is gain
My sweet friend, Terre, finally got to go home and be with Jesus after an 11 year battle with cancer. Heaven is where she most wanted to be, and I'm thankful she finally gets to be at peace with her Savior.
Terre wrote the following song, and she, her husband, and their Church's praise team recorded it one night less than a month ago. The slides are from that night. This song embodies who Terre was and what she believed. She never stopped praising Him, no matter what. She had the most hauntingly beautiful voice.
We'll always love you and remember you, Terre. I know your light will shine here for a long, long time. Thank you for who you were and what you taught us. I know that Father holds you close now, and you have heard, "Well done."
When the perishable has been clothed with the imperishable, and the mortal with immortality, then the saying that is written will come true: "Death has been swallowed up in victory." "Where, O death, is your victory? Where, O death, is your sting?"...Thanks be to God! He gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.
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