Phillip Henry Roach, father of “Jeopardy!” star Mattea Roach; New Brunswick soldier Dennis Edmund Eason, musician Ian Stewart Stanley; & 95 more across Canada
I am waiting for the news of more friends and family, all jabbed and oblivious to their fate. And I am not referring to what will happen to the body they occupy, but rather the everlasting personality that is WHO they are, forever apart from God.
I look at the fervor/joy/excitement (to be known by God) that is now so clearly evident and am wistful that it has arrived so late to the battle. A battle that I sensed but never pursued until that trap was sprung.
Despite it all, there is much more reason for joy than for sorrow. For courage rather than fear. For engagement rather than ambivalence.
Engagement rather than ambivalence ... for certain.
More reason for joy than for sorrow ... struggling with that one.
I do accept what will happen will happen, but with that does not come constant joy. I take bits and pieces of joy as they are available, and that seems enough.
For me it is the joy of being counted worthy to share this (now more than ever) inexplicable peace and joy.
It is a plus that I adore people, the opportunity to surprise them with a bit of mirth and unexpected...outlook.
To know that this naïve beginning of my eternal life is entirely up to me to figure the 'best way forward', to step (or stumble, in my case) forward as an offering to all who seek hope/alternative/truth, however difficult, and to see the gears turn and the light of cognition illuminate their formerly expressionless eyes, causes tears in my eyes.
Thank you God, that you make us worthy, you make us important, to You, oh Lord, we All matter.
I lived in Canada for 10 years. Last year a Canadian friend of my ex who was apparently a picture of health died suddenly at age 73. In any event a lot more of these than I remember from that era, sadly.
Since 2022 I've been hearing so many more ambulance sirens per day than usual but in the last two months, there are even more ambulance calls in North Vancouver.
42 yr old neighbour here north of Toronto keeled over of a heart attack in early May, in his home.
The dog walker found him when he should have been at work, with his two German Shepherds laying beside him in a cuddle 😭
https://www.dodsandmcnair.com/memorials/robert-grosvenor/5187872/index.php
I am waiting for the news of more friends and family, all jabbed and oblivious to their fate. And I am not referring to what will happen to the body they occupy, but rather the everlasting personality that is WHO they are, forever apart from God.
I look at the fervor/joy/excitement (to be known by God) that is now so clearly evident and am wistful that it has arrived so late to the battle. A battle that I sensed but never pursued until that trap was sprung.
Despite it all, there is much more reason for joy than for sorrow. For courage rather than fear. For engagement rather than ambivalence.
Courage rather than fear ... check.
Engagement rather than ambivalence ... for certain.
More reason for joy than for sorrow ... struggling with that one.
I do accept what will happen will happen, but with that does not come constant joy. I take bits and pieces of joy as they are available, and that seems enough.
For me it is the joy of being counted worthy to share this (now more than ever) inexplicable peace and joy.
It is a plus that I adore people, the opportunity to surprise them with a bit of mirth and unexpected...outlook.
To know that this naïve beginning of my eternal life is entirely up to me to figure the 'best way forward', to step (or stumble, in my case) forward as an offering to all who seek hope/alternative/truth, however difficult, and to see the gears turn and the light of cognition illuminate their formerly expressionless eyes, causes tears in my eyes.
Thank you God, that you make us worthy, you make us important, to You, oh Lord, we All matter.
You may be interested in: https://narrowpath.substack.com/p/dear-god-8f8
I lived in Canada for 10 years. Last year a Canadian friend of my ex who was apparently a picture of health died suddenly at age 73. In any event a lot more of these than I remember from that era, sadly.
Phil Dickinson?
https://www.retaildive.com/news/lululemon-creative-director-phil-dickinson-dies/650377/
Reported yesterday (Tuesday). Monday is each week's final day.
Since 2022 I've been hearing so many more ambulance sirens per day than usual but in the last two months, there are even more ambulance calls in North Vancouver.