tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2737599266745093247.post7244260950277970234..comments2012-02-08T15:00:05.500-05:00Comments on My journey through grief with God in Control: Will God meet all our needs?Debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03426894718033018386noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2737599266745093247.post-26022715312884280542010-08-05T15:48:11.735-04:002010-08-05T15:48:11.735-04:00Hi Deb,
This is Lisa Becker, Dawn's friend. ...Hi Deb,<br /><br />This is Lisa Becker, Dawn's friend. She shared your blog with me some time ago and on occasion, I will log-on to read your tender-hearted entries. Thank you for sharing your heart during this difficult time. Your words are so beautiful and have touched so many lives!<br /><br />You know, I can't tell you how often I've thought about you & your family over the past several months. And for some reason, I've felt a nudge to post a comment and say, "hello" regarding your 7/3 entry in particular. Your words totally grabbed my heart as you shared how you've asked God to share Taylor in your dreams as well as the smells that remind you of your son. I can so relate!<br /><br />I hope you don't mind my sharing this -- my dad died almost 26 years ago and even after all these years, he will occasionally visit me in my dreams. It's pretty incredible actually because he usually shows up very unexpectedly! There are times in which it's more frequent; while other times, years can pass without a glimpse. With each dream, however, there are a couple of commonalities; they are so vivid and real and as a result, when I wake up I always think that dad has just been on vacation! (Maybe that's how I imagine heaven to be -- one big vacation!?!? :) Also, with each dream experience, my mind needs time to connect-up with my heart again, realizing that it was indeed a dream. In the end though, it's a great comfort to know that my dad is still with me just as your son is with you in different ways.<br /><br />I also remember a time in which I received a box of printed invitations; back in the day when we sent them to a printer instead of using our computers. (It seems like I'm using the phrase..."back in the day" more & more lately, but I digress. :) Anyway, my dad was a printer and the smell of ink was "his scent". When I opened up the box, an aroma of ink lifted from inside the box. Tears of joy and sadness immediately came. It was a really beautiful and personal moment shared between God, my dad & I!! I think they both knew that I needed this at that particular moment in life!<br /><br />I share these two experiences because I've come to realize that it is in these unique and intimate moments that God shows-up to let us know that our loved ones are safe in His care. I so love that about God -- He can be so incredibly huge while at the same time, extend His loving care in an ordinary everyday moment made just for me!! He's so sweet that way!<br /><br />In closing, I know we've been together only a few times spent with Dawn. But your incredibly beautiful smile continues to remain in my heart's memory box!! My prayer is that God will continue to give you strength, peace, and deep rest in His arms in the days ahead.<br /><br />Many blessings to you and your family,<br />LisaLisa Beckerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15718486660735034274noreply@blogger.com