Sacred Moments

Umm, great day to end the month as well as share such an intimate and life impacting weekend.

We spent the weekend unexpected with faraway family and close friends at the burial of Jose Rodriguez.

Former Veteran, father of children, husband to a loyal wife, family and friend to many.

I count these as sacred moments.
We all say goodbye and so we cry.
We support eachother during this loss of a loved one to the best of our ability.
How can we savor these sacred moments of ours… Just like this?

So many differences of our past, present and future. All of this to evaluate, meditate, speculate and contemplate.
We were late!!!
Such a heavy weight…
Look where we are at now.

As they gathered on the last day at the grave site, it was the coldest day. An open ground, as they lowered the body in slowly. I can only think of how grieved they were. How could I even help and be of comfort?
How much time do we really have to take this opportunity to redeem it?

I spent the days there with my family as much as I could already having a pressed schedule. I can surrender my time for this and do that a lot more.

How much time has passed us all. As we make our homes, lives and memories. What about all those past pains?
Are they just as buried as the rest?
What do we keep resurrecting and digging up when it should be done and buried?

You see the distance, feel the tension and sense the presence of an aggressive pain. The pain is so alive and present it affects our current moments. They are no longer sacred but set to aggitate and rob the only precious moments that we need. Those moments God is allowing for healing and restoration.

Have we moved on in a healthy way for a peaceful progression in life? Or are the burdens still sitting there? Like an elephant laying on the chest… It’s a slow suffocation and suffering. It’s hard to breathe.

Time.
Time..
Time…

Oh these sacred moments.

“Blessed are those whose transgressions are forgiven, whose sins are covered.”
‭‭Romans‬ ‭4:7‬ ‭NIV‬‬

“There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens: a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot, a time to kill and a time to heal, a time to tear down and a time to build, a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance, a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them, a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing, a time to search and a time to give up, a time to keep and a time to throw away, a time to tear and a time to mend, a time to be silent and a time to speak, a time to love and a time to hate, a time for war and a time for peace. What do workers gain from their toil? I have seen the burden God has laid on the human race. He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the human heart; yet no one can fathom what God has done from beginning to end.”
‭‭Ecclesiastes‬ ‭3:1-11‬ ‭NIV‬‬

It matters that we are there … In those sacred moments. There is something we can gain in those sacred moments. Who is left among us to love and embrace. There is certainly time for that. I want to use my time more wisely.

My other grandpa is still here! Carlos Cruz. He rejoiced when he saw me! Eyes brightened and the tears stung us ALL. I thanked him for being SO amazing to us, as peace filled his heart and mind. We all continued to cry. But we savored this moment! How priceless that was…. It was revolutionary! I love my family.

I need these sacred moments!
And so do you my friend. ❤️