Yesterday, my aunt, Heather Buss,
passed away. It came as quite a shock. We were fasting for her but, thought we
had a few more months with her. As I saw the text after church letting me know,
I was in complete shock. I was quite a wreck for the rest of the evening, off
and on. I had not really known anyone who had passed on, personally. Heather's
passing reminded me of how fragile this life is and the importance of the
gospel in my life. Yes, I had believed that families were forever through the
sealing power of the temple but, this let me really reflect on this testimony I
had. I still believe families are forever, and this is where I have drawn a lot
of comfort from, but, if anything, that testimony has been strengthened. It
makes me want to work harder to be able to return to live with my Heavenly
Father again so that I can see my sweet aunt again. To see her in a perfect
body and to have every hair restored to her head. I gain comfort in imagining
the reunion with her in heaven. Another part that has been hard to deal with is
picturing my two little cousins who, now, have no mother. They are young so
they may forget the memories as they grow older. I cannot imagine not having my
mommy with me to help me through this life. Any time I imagined my cousins, I
broke down into heavy sobs because I ache for them. Then, last night, I posted
on facebook asking for prayers for them. One friend responded with, "Those
children now have a most dedicated Angel watching over them. We will be praying
for them, her husband, and you and your family." I was so touched as
I realized, yes, my cousins may not have their mother in their home with them
physically but, she will always be watching over them, spiritually. That brings
me so much peace to think of it in that way.
Where Can I Turn for Peace?
1. Where can
I turn for peace?
Where is my
solace
When other sources cease to make me whole?
When with a wounded heart, anger, or malice,
I draw myself apart,
Searching my soul?
2. Where, when my aching grows,
Where, when I languish,
Where, in my need to know, where can I run?
Where is the quiet hand to calm my anguish?
Who, who can understand?
He, only One.
3. He answers privately,
Reaches my reaching
In my Gethsemane, Savior and Friend.
Gentle the peace he finds for my beseeching.
Constant he is and kind,
Love without end.
Text: Emma Loud Thayne
Music: Joleen G. Meredith
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