trying to swim

On Tuesday, our family celebrated Oma deWit's life. It was good to be together, and there was laughter with the memories. My dad participated in the funeral service and likened Oma's life to various seeds... one seed being a sunflower seed, a plant that always turns to the sun. Oma always pointed to Christ (the Son), no matter the trial.

Another seed Dad used to describe Oma was the popcorn seed, a tough seed that softens (and sweetens) under heat and pressure. That made me think.

The reality of things in our home is hitting me harder these days. Maybe it's the lack of sleep, maybe it's the change of pace with Em, Soph, (and Ralph) in school. I took Rachel into a restaurant recently, and for the first time in a while, I was uncomfortable with the stares of the restaurant patrons.

One of the pastors at the funeral home read Isaiah 43 to our extended family as a means of comfort. I took to heart the words, "When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and when you pass through the rivers, they will not sweep over you." Life sometimes feels like "the waters" and there comes a vulnerable feeling, like you suddenly can't touch the bottom while you are swimming.

But... when we hear those words from Isaiah, we are reminded life -come heat, pressure, fatigue, or curious stares- will not consume us... God is the consuming fire, and He will refine us, shape us, mold us, and guide us to the end of our days.

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