Sunday, August 3, 2008


Jen's funeral was yesterday.

It was hard.

However, it offered a much needed outlet of tears for all of us.

I started in the minute we walked into the church.

Ray put together a slide show of her life to two Mercy Me songs. It opened the flood gates for all of us. Hunter cried so hard and so long that he drank a large icee and a large bottled water and didn't go potty for 3 hours.

It was healing.

God is so good.

After the service, I had tickets for Maddy and me to see Martina McBride-something I have wanted to do for years. She is my all time favorite. I love her music and the messages she delivers in it.

And to get to see her with Maddy. Icing on the cake. We had seats 14 rows from the stage at Fielders Green. It was outside under a beautiful Colorado sky. The weather couldn't have been better.

We danced, we laughed, and we cried (a little). But we made a memory that will last forever. Now every time we hear, "This ones for the Girls" we will have this memory.

We went to bed closer as mommy and daughter. She was as sweet as she could be and might I say as beautiful as she could be. Poor Paul.

We got girl time that will last forever.

It was the best day ever!

P.S. Hunter wanted me to tell you he had amazing time with his daddy. They went to see Journey to the Center of the Earth in 3D.

It must have been great because this morning at 6:15, he was a mile a minute talking nonstop. I no longer have to see the movie, I've heard the whole thing. It's good to be on our way back to normal.


Kennedy Krew said...

I'm so glad you had such a wonderful day!!!!

His Amazing Grace said...

Janet --
I have found your blog! And would like to let you know that I'm praying for as you grieve the death of your dear, sweet friend! I have read a few of your posts dedicated to her...I know I would love her...she faced cancer just as my Dad did. Thanks for sharing your heart!!!
Blessings to you,

Walking in the Light

Wow! This year year has been a whirlwind to say the least. I am shocked we are near the half way point in February. Part of me wants to dance. If the start of the year is any indication of how it is going to go, I am happy it's flying by. I will usher in 2009 with bells and whistles.

Yet, I am humbly reminded that every day is a gift, and I need to walk in the Light. I need to let Him guide me through each day. I need to listen to His still, quiet voice...Yeah I know for me that's a stretch. I'm never still long enough to catch my breath.

As I write this, our dear neighbor of ten years is fighting stage 4 pancreatic cancer. I am awed by the faith she has in God. I am humbled by the fight she has within her to beat the demon we know as cancer. Hunter, in his six year old wisdom said to me, "Mommy, why are you sad? We are just going to pray and Jesus is going to make her better." The faith of a child and the living testimony of one who is dwelling in God's amazing grace reminds me to walk daily in the His unfailing light.