A place of verdure

by Andrea Elizabeth

I’m not saying the details aren’t important, they’re just stressful right now because they divide us. There’s a time and place for them, I suppose. And who knows how God will deal with them? Will I be found to keep them well enough?

The details are doctrinal, personal, and painful. I’m writing the personal and painful ones by hand in a journal my mother gave me. They are the details of our two week trip to the northeast to visit our graduate student son, George’s dying dear mother, who did pass away in the middle of it, and Poppy, the 32 year old horse that she loved so much, who died 5 days before she did.

“O God of spirits and of all flesh, Who has trampled down Death and overthrown the Devil, and given life unto Your world, give, we beseech You, eternal rest to the soul of Your departed servant, in a place of brightness, in a place of verdure, in a place of repose, from whence all pain, sorrow, and sighing, have fled away.

Pardon, we beseech You, every transgression which may have been committed, whether by word or deed or thought. For there is no man who lives and does not commit a sin. You only are without sin, Your righteousness is everlasting, and Your word is the Truth.

For You are the Resurrection, and the Life, and the repose of Your departed servant, O Christ our God, and unto You we ascribe glory, together with eternal the Father, and Your Most Holy, and Good, and Life-giving Spirit, now and forever, and for ages to come.” Amen

“May our gracious and merciful Lord, who rose from the dead, Christ, our True God, through the intercessions of His Holy Mother and of all the Saints, establish the soul of His departed servant in the mansions of the righteous; give rest in the bosom of Abraham, and number [her] soul among the just, and have mercy upon us and save us”.

Eternal be Your memory.

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