This has been a long and difficult Journey for our dear Pebble and her Family and Friends here at Dave's Garden. The outpouring of every one's love and support and prayers for her is evident in how much she was loved by so many. What news received on her condition gave us hope that she would be able to recover from this dreaded disease. May she now be at peace and find family and good companions to welcome her into the next Journey. She is at rest now and her spirit will linger in our hearts that we may be just as strong and determined when we come to the end of our own Journey. Let this truth guide our lives to be more loving/caring to one another in all that we do.
My heart goes out to each you in your time of sorrow and to Pebble’s Family. May a kind word, a reassuring touch, and a warm smile be yours every day of your life, and may you give these gifts as well as receive them. Remember, those whose lives you have touched and whose have touched yours are always a part of you, At times like this it is difficult to find the words which bring meaning and comfort. I trust that this poem will bring you peace, comfort and strength.
Those we love are never really lost to us--
we feel them in so many special ways--
through friends they always cared about
and dreams they left behind,
in beauty that they added to our days...
in words of wisdom we still carry with us
and memories that never will be gone...
Those we love
are never really lost to us--
for everywhere their special love lives on
We shall miss Pebble but have wonderful memories from the first time we met knowing that she was our “gift” from God and it was meant to be! God has been using her for His purpose, leading her and holding her heart and hand all the way.
As Long As You Can Hold Some One In Your Heart, You Can Never Loose Them
He Leadeth Me
In pastures green? Not always; sometimes He
Who knoweth best, in kindess leadeth me
In many ways where heavy shadows be.
Out of the sunshine warm and soft and bright -
Out of the sunshine into the darkest night,
I oft would faint with sorrow and affright,
Only for this – I know He holds my hand;
So whether in the green or desert land
I trust although I may not understand.
And by still waters? No, not always so;
Ofttimes the heavy tempests round me blow,
And o’er my soul the waters and billows go.
But when the storms beat loudest and I cry
Aloud for help, the Master standeth by
And whispers to my soul, “Lo, it is I.”
Above the tempest wild I hear Him say,
“Beyond this darkness lies a perfect day.
In every path of thine I lead the way.”
So whether on the hilltops high and fair
I dwell, or in the sunless valleys where
The shadows lie – what matters? He is there.
So where He leads me, I can safely go,
And in the blest hereafter I shall know
Why, in His wisdom, He hath led me so.
– Rev. John F. Chaplain
