The house is looking for Bill. The chair in the living room quizzically glances at me as I pass by as if to question why I am here and its friend and companion is not. The table and chair in the kitchen question when he will be eating his meals there again and the mirror over the sink looks vacantly for his image to appear. The wind outside howls as if whining for him to open the door to let the dog out. All the normal things and sight of our house are longingly waiting for him, and I, I see him at the home he lives in now and i wish I could take back to the searching house the image of the gentle but strong man who once grasped their attention. Nothing is the same but nothing is different as I sit by that bed and search his face for reassurance...and then he smiles and morning breaks and the sun shines ! Disease may think that it has conquered him but just when I wonder if it has won, Jesus pulls back the curtain and I see the victory of eternity shinning in his eyes ! Ah, house he is not gone, he just moved to a new house to show new people his capacity to adapt to change with dignity ! ~~~thanks Father ~~~
Posted on: Thu, 30 Oct 2014 12:43:38 +0000