Thursday, February 07, 2013

Oh How Blest is Myrna

Two weeks ago today God called out of this earthly life to Himself in heaven my husband's mother.

My daughter and my brother-in-law wrote two wonderful posts that I commend to your reading.

It still stings, it still hurts, the tears catch me unawares. I miss my mother-in-law dearly.  I am happy that she is in heaven with my dad and all the other saints who have gone before me.

Here are some pictures of the family taken after the funeral on Jan. 29th.
Back: Paul, David, Mark
Front: Mary, Grandpa, Matt
The 20 Grandchildren
My family with Grandpa
6 of the 9 boys
The Girls
The "Big Girl" Cousins
Showing some true colors.
Oh how blest are they whose toils are ended,
Who through death have unto God ascended!
They have arisen
From the cares which keep us still in prison.

We are still as in a dungeon living,
Still oppressed with sorrow and misgiving;
Our undertakings
Are but toil and troubles and heart-breakings.

They meanwhile are in their chambers sleeping,
Quiet and set free from all their weeping;
No cross or sadness
There can hinder their untroubled gladness.

Christ has wiped away their tears forever;
They have that for which we still endeavor.
By them are chanted
Songs that ne'er to mortal ears were granted.

Come, O Christ, and loose the chains that bind us;
Lead us forth and cast this world behind us.
With You, the Anointed,
Finds the soul its joy and rest appointed. (LSB 679)

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