Dedicated to Patricia Scott, My Friend who Sends Angels

I dedicate this hub to Patricia Scott (pstraubie48), my friend who sends Angels.

“My life is but a weaving, between my God and me,

I do not choose the color, He worketh steadily.

Oft time He weaveth sorrow, and I in foolish pride

Forget He sees the upper, and I the underside.

Not til the loom is silent, and shuttles cease to fly

Will God unroll the canvas and explain the reason why

The dark threads are as needful in the skillful weaver’s hand

As threads of gold and silver in the pattern He has planned.”

Ecclesiastes 3: 1-8

A Time for Everything

“ ¹ There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens:

² a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot, ³ a time to kill and a time to heal, a time to tear down and a time to build, ⁴ a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance, ⁵ a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them, a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing, ⁶a time to search and a time to give up, a time to keep and a time to throw away, ⁷ a time to tear and a time to mend, a time to be silent and a time to speak, ⁸a time to love and a time to hate, a time for war and a time for peace.” (Emphasis added.)

You, my friend who sends Angels,

Suffering are you, the sudden loss of a loved one

Seeking words of comfort, you came . . .

"Tomorrow,

will be the hardest day",

You said those words to me

And from me,

Only my love, can I offer

For I have no words, but only His to share

His, the God of all comfort

You, my friend who sends Angels,

Oh how jealous is He for you

Just trust the unseen

And when Heaven meets earth

It's like a passionate kiss

Angels are circling back,

The very ones you always send

Encamping all around you, your sis and family

You, my friend who sends Angels,

When a loved one is taken suddenly

There is no time to grasp that present huge hole

Between the reality of your world that should be

And now your world that is

Allow Him to carry the burden

Acknowledging you need His help

Just ask Him and you will see

His mercy shall rain down upon you

And touch your wounded heart

Like a gentle kiss

You, my friend who sends Angels,

Hold tight to what you know

For He is a part of you

And nothing can separate you from Him

We are all sinking

In His ocean of grace

You, my friend who sends Angels,

It may feel like you cannot take another breath

And it’s hard to see His goodness

In the midst of tremendous sudden loss

Through many tears and extreme heartbreak

You, my friend who sends Angels,

It is in this time of sorrow

I truly believe that love

Can reach into that afterlife

Where our love for one another

Reaches beyond the limits of death

That mutual giving and receiving

You, my friend who sends Angels,

Just talk to God, as He will listen

Like a good friend

He desires to hear your voice

Your words to Him are like precious gems

Rising to the very throne of God

As delightful fragrances to our Lord

For you are His daughter, always remember

You, my friend who sends Angels

© Copyright Faith Reaper, May 15, 2013

“Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted.”

It states simply: "Jesus wept."

"A friend loves at all times . . ."

A prayer for you . . .

Lord, as we mourn the sudden death of my friend's nephew, show us the immense power of Your goodness and strengthen our belief that he has entered into Your presence.

In His Holy Name, Amen.