For those who wanted a copy of the poem I read at Beckys service: That hug where you wrap your arms around her head because it’s the only part of her that’s safe to squeeze. That hug where the rest of you is frozen, for fear of bumping a tube or IV or her swollen, painful feet. That hug where silent tears fall into medi ports and she doesn’t care. That hug where she won’t let go, even though a nurse waits to care to needs. That hug where you try to play it cool, but it unsettles your soul. That hug. That hug that was goodbye. That hug! That hug that she must be having now! That hug that says welcome home. That hug that says your sins are forgiven. That hug that says rest now my child. That hug. That hug that radiates His glory. That hug that was bought with the blood of the Lamb. That hug that causes her soul to sing. That hug that sets off so much heavenly rejoicing. That hug. That hug. That hug we’ll share again someday when it’s my turn. That hug she’ll give back with renewed arms full of strength. That hug where we’ll again be giddy together as we revel in the glory of the Father. Oh how I thank the Lord for That hug.
Posted on: Sat, 02 Aug 2014 01:38:44 +0000
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