~ Lucky number Seven ~ somehow has a way of sounding like every little thing… is going to be alright, doesn’t it? But I do believe luck has nothing to do with the outcome of 7 years without you, Dean Blixt. ~ In all it’s irony, as much as I miss you, I would never, ever want to go back and live these past years over since you’ve been gone. ~ The gift of grief can be relentless and powerful enough to drop you to your knees… and humble every last ounce within. It comes with soul shattering pain that must be faced head on, in one’s own personal journey…incomplete and unfinished…one day at a time…only via the Grace of God. I truly could not have survived these years without. In the end… our bet placed…is death…for life…~ for all. We just have to be lucky enough to believe it.
~Seventh Heaven~
And 7 came.
Still with pain.
All the days.
In different ways.
Life
On life’s terms.
Surrender and learn.
Wisdom knocks.
We must discern.
Borrowed time
Though not a crime
Just God’s still way
Direct what may.
All hearts on guard
This journey…hard.
Our Heavenly call
Amid the fall.
For in these days
Within our care
Our varied struggle
So much to bear.
Believing hearts
Prepare to dare
Let Trust and Hope
Guide each with care.
Life moves round
In private sound
One day to next
Each life perplexed
All good gifts
In every form
Come from above
With limits on love.
The heartache comes
When the gift is due
We must let go
Giving back to You.
Stand in line
Expired or new
A return by date
Never late.
One day at a time.
Each and every minute
Seven years now
In a world
Without you in it.
A World…
Beautifully
Blessed.
Because the
Gift of you…
Once in it.
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