Friday, January 24, 2014

It's A Date

Psalms 147:3  He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds


Hello and welcome  to One Breath from Heaven. If you're new here, I'm so glad you stopped by. I began this site as a way to reach out to the newly grieving parents and those further along in the journey. But anyone can participate.

Most of us have an appointment book or a calendar on the wall in our kitchen and office. Modern technology also makes it simple with the touch of a button.

We make a note of a date because it of its importance.

 Birthdays are the most fun. So are wedding anniversaries. Both are joyful reminders that someone very important is a part of our lives.

But there's more to the story.

Ecclesiastes Chapter 3 makes it clear there is a time for everything including a time to be born and a time to die. Yet we're often surprised  when we hear of someone's passing. In the death of a child no matter what age, it's too much to comprehend. It isn't supposed to happen this way.

But it does.

There is something important to remember for those of us on this journey. (and those that are not).

We each have an appointed time. We'll join with our loved ones. What a day that will be. And then we'll also wait in anticipation of those that follow after us.

My son Donnie was welcomed into the presence of the Lord several years ago.  He began his new birthday the moment he left this earth. And this is a day worth remembering. A day worth celebrating.

Happy New Birthday Donnie.  Love, Mom






Friday, January 3, 2014

The Closest Long Distance Call

Luke 20:36

...and they can no longer die; for they are like the angels.  They are God's children, since they are children of the resurrection

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A few years ago my husband and I relocated to a different state. The first spring we were there, I decided to visit a well known greenhouse located about 35 minutes from where we lived. They carried the widest variety of 'cottage type' plants that you wouldn't normally see sold at competing greenhouses.

It was Saturday, bright with sunshine and warm. As I drove along, the driver side window rolled down and the scent of spring in the air, I allowed my mind to drift.  It was one of the few times I felt complete peace after Donnie's death.

I thought of all the things I wanted to do that day and planned them out in my head.

'When I'm done shopping for plants, maybe I'll stop for something to eat. When I get back home, I'll plant the phlox first and then the rose bushes. I think later on I'll call Donnie...'

How in the world could I have forgotten? It literally took my breath away. It hurt.

Just as swiftly it disappeared. Vanished like smoke. Donnie was safe. He was truly home.  While I couldn't talk with him, I certainly  could with God. I'm sure He passed the message along and if He didn't maybe He's waiting until we're all together again. And what a day that will be!

Until next time, Blessings!

Mary Netreba

Author Christian Fiction