Love
I’m sitting at home with a streaming cold and hacking cough while Mr. Razzler is at his dad’s house, arranging his mum’s funeral and finances. I am not allowed to be with him. The family have also made it clear that I am not welcome at the funeral. They cornered Mr. Razzler on Friday and basically asked him to choose between them and me. I couldn’t let him do that so I have said I will not go. It broke my heart to do that. As Mr. Razzler’s wife I should be with him to love him through this time. But on that day I will have to love him from afar. Hopefully we will go to my mum’s house for a long weekend after the funeral is over. My family will look after him.
However, there have been blessings over the last few horribly difficult days. My entire family have rallied round my husband, with support and love. And Mr. Razzler was overwhelmed by the love and care shown to him yesterday by our church family. Love is everything.
“By this all men will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another.”
John 13.35
On Saturday night, while Mr. Razzler was talking to his daughter, I told his eldest grandson that I will not be at the funeral, so he must look after his Grandad. He rose to the challenge at once, with a simple “I will”, head held high, encouraging me to lift my own. At the end of the night as I was saying goodbye I told this remarkably genuine 14-year-old boy that I wouldn’t kiss him as I didn’t want to pass on my cold to him. He just smiled at me, walked over and enveloped me in a great big bear hug.
We are blessed.


Recent Comments