The Love You Take Is Equal to the Love You Make
When some men desired that Elisha ask God something on their behalf, Elisha responded, "bring me a musician." And when the musician played, the hand of the Lord came upon Elisha. (2 Ki 3:15).
Thank you for sharing with us, Wess. I remember similar things happening when my dad passed three years ago but I didn't know how to process those things. Grief is like a portal in some ways. When my own dad passed I felt like so much of my story went with him. I found myself stuck with questions that would never be answered and memories that only tangibly lived in my head now. I'm glad you got the guitar. I hope it finds you playing music out in a coffee shop soon. Those were the good ole days.
You're in my thoughts.
Wess thank you for this tender witness of love. Grateful for your words and for Lia’s generous ministry. Peace and grace - Deborah S
My sincerest sympathy to you and your family as you go through this period of loss and transition. You wrote a beautiful tribute to him and your very real response to it. Take time to be well.
Memento Mori! Thank you for such an insightful post. "One day we will be dead, so what is important is what we do and get today. The love you get is the love you give.
Condolences, Wes. Thank you for sharing your tender experience. I appreciate the beauty of the setting in the photo with the lovely orange draperies. May the beauty comfort you.
So sorry to hear this, Friend. Thank you for sharing this with us. My dad died 25 years ago and I'm still processing it.
Looks like a history of heart disease in your family. Please, get checked out when the dust settles.
“If I should ever die, God forbid, let this be my epitaph: The only proof he needed for the existence of God was music.” Kurt Vonnegut