Monday Morning Boost: O Death, Where Is Thy Sting?
A beautiful mother brought a beautiful baby into this beautiful world. Then not long thereafter, that beautiful mother departed this beautiful world.
Kenzie Schear is my cousin. Technically, she’s my first cousin once removed. Her dad Gordy Patterson and I were best cousins and best friends growing up.
When Kenzie came into this world it was my honor to hold her in my arms and give her a name and blessing, a tradition in my faith similar to a christening.
Funny thing, nearly every time we connected over the years as she grew up, her dad would remind her I was the one who blessed her. After a few hundred times of this, or maybe just a few dozens, it became a running joke. Kenzie and I would laugh together and pretend we had forgotten that little fact.
The same thing happened the last time we saw each other.
THE CALL OF DEATH
Death is no respecter of persons, time, or circumstances. The call of death shows up too often without warning and without care.
Such is the case today.
Kenize is too young. She has a beautiful new baby to love and raise. And her other children will ache, not understanding why.
Friday, the day Kenzie left us, was also her dad’s birthday.
No parent wants to have a child depart life before they do. And no parent wants to lose a child on their birthday.
It seems to be the little moments of life, be they daily or sparsely scattered over time, that create the most cherished connecting memories of a loved one who has passed away.
With the shock of the sudden loss of Kenzie it feels hard to find those beautiful memories at the moment. Especially when the pain is so deep and raw.
This I know.
Those beautiful memories will come. So will comfort and peace, along with an abundant measure of hope and the sweet assurance no goodbye will be forever.
It will be that assurance of love which will carry us through.
That is the gift of God’s love.
That is the Gift of Easter which inspires this little gem…
A gift of love Easter is
Offered such the Father has
Freely given by His Son
Sting o’ death we each will pass.
This is not what I planned on writing today.
Instead, I was excited to share some ideas from the Red Edge Mastermind in Miami where I am at the moment.
It’s been a wonderful weekend, despite the crazy weather which delayed arrival by nearly a full day and sent my luggage on a wayward journey for a very long 48 hours.
It’s also been a wonderful brothers weekend with Marc, Robert and I together once again. It doesn’t happen nearly often enough, nor are we complete without our brother Shane. Yet our time together is as if we are never apart.
Such is the gift of love. Such is the gift of family. Such is the gift of Easter which will gratefully bring us all together once again.
Have a great Monday. Thanks for letting me share.
p.s. Take 13 minutes today to simply remember that which you are most blessed with.
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