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September 10, 2021
Echoes of a Grief Long SIlent
it’s interesting the things one can stumble over on Facebook
“What’s the name of your Grade Five teacher?” “God gave us our first baby and she’s adorable!” “I was defined by my ministry and now it’s over.”
that last one hit me hard today, twenty years gone by fleeting remembrances of His work I once lived to do His work I would have given my right arm that January that bitterly cold January, to keep doing if He’d let me but He didn’t, that door was closed, locked and barred and all my frantic grasping couldn’t make what was, be it left a hole, a huge and terrifying hole I couldn’t fill for most of my life I’d been a teacher … now I wasn’t I was at the end of the road of the man I thought I was had no sign to show how to be the man I should become it was frightening, debilitating, a temptation into futility even now, decades down the road, I wonder “Why me?” “What did I do or leave undone, that God ended me?” even more, “I took care, why do the careless remain?” it was hard, it is hard, to stand aside as careless others do what I would not do, teach what I would not teach hard to hear my voice grow silent as others’ grew louder hard to come to grips with my sudden unimportance it would have been my end did not God already hold me it was not until many years later that I could understand I had not come to an end, I remain the man God made me He has placed me in a narrower and more intimate field
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Echoes of a Grief Long Silent A poem by Peter Rhebergen Download the book Each New Day a Miracle Bible Studies How to Study the Bible Life is Wonderful Photography Copyright 2024 About me |
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