Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.
Four memorial services in one month are too many:
a 50 year old niece, and three 80+ year olds.
What spaces unfillable!
I don’t understand God’s timing but I do know His way is perfect.
The song At The Cross of Jesus Bowing brought comfort.
1 At the cross of Jesus bowing,
Here I find a safe retreat
From a world of care and trouble,
In His presence calm and sweet.
Sweet stillness of heaven around me I feel,
While low at the cross of my Jesus I kneel.
2 At the cross of Jesus bowing,
Here I count my blessings o’er;
Here I drink from life’s pure fountain,
Drink until I thirst no more. [Refrain]
3 At the cross of Jesus bowing,
Here I spend life’s sweetest hour;
Here I taste the joys of heaven,
Fill my heart with conq’ring pow’r. [Refrain]
4 At the cross of Jesus bowing,
Let me never from it part;
For His dying love has conquered
My rebellious, roving heart. [Refrain]
5 At the cross of Jesus bowing,
Here I own His way is best;
In the shelter of Mount Calv’ry,
Let me die in peace at last. [Refrain]
Bowing . . Today
With my prayers, desiring yours, Leslie