Waitin' on a Woman

I just wrote a very muddled, personal and tear-filled entry in my journal but there are a few things from the entry I'd like to share....some lyrics that came to mind:

So when it finally comes my time
And I get to the other side
I'll find myself a bench, if they've got any
I hope she takes her time, 'cause I don't mind
Waitin' on a woman

It's a sweet song by Brad Paisley entitled, "Waitin on a Woman." Uncle Rich is probably so impatient to see Aunt Helen again. As soon as I read Sara's post I began to cry. For my dear Aunt Helen who is heartbroken right now. I sort of smiled bitter-sweetly to myself, while the tears came, as I wrote this in my journal:
"Uncle Rich and Baba (my great-grandmother, Aunt Helen's sister) are probably doing a polka while they wait for Aunt Helen."

Please keep our Aunt Helen and cousins in your prayers...especially Aunt Helen, who just lost the one and only love of her life.

Waiting at heaven's gate....

To explain the lyrics that Sara posted below....my Uncle Rich passed away rather suddenly this evening. He would have been 86. He had advanced altzeimers and was recently moved into a special home. I was with my Aunt Helen tonight ( the love of his life for more than 66 years) because it was her 86th birthday today. I called to wish her a happy birthday, and almost didn't go over....but she asked me to come and visit her , and I am so glad that I did! I pray for peace and comfort and strength for Aunt Helen, and my cousins tonight...and in the hard days ahead. Below is a poem that I read recently in my 'Streams in the Desert' devotional...I'll be referring to it often in the days ahead. I'll be away from the blog for the next few days. God bless....~Sue~
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"He giveth more grace when the burdens grow greater, 
He sendeth more strength when the labors increase; 
To added affliction He addeth His mercies,
To multiplied trials His multiplied peace...

When we have exhausted our store of endurance,
When our strength has failed ere the day is half done,
When we reach the end of our hoarded resources
Our Father's full giving is only begun...

His love has no limit, His grace has no measure,
His power no boundary known unto men; 
For out of His infinite riches in Jesus 

He giveth and giveth and giveth again."

--Annie Johnson Flint

Goodbye...

And it said,
I'll wait for you at Heaven's gate
Oh, I don't care how long it takes
And I'll tell Saint Pete I can't come in
Without my love and my best friend
Oh, this ain't nothing' new
Sweetheart, I'll wait for you
P.S. I love you, too
Sweetheart, I'll wait for you....