There are times when my tear ducts work overtime. This week-end has been one of those times. Nothing horrible has happened to us. The tears aren't of frustration or sadness for things happening in my own life. Except for this morning when I was talking to DC about the precious little grandkids and how much joy they bring, along with the exhaustion! All of them, not just the twins. I plan a "Day in the Life of Grandma Dawn" sometime this week. But the tears are on the surface, and flow easily this week-end for some reason.
Let me explain. Last evening I watched Dateline from 8-10. I had seen the promos and wanted to see it. It was about the two families whose worlds were rocked when one daughter died and the other survived a horrible crash two years ago in April. It was in the news, but I hadn't heard any updates until now. Both girls came from Christian families, and were attending Taylor University, a non-denominational, Christian college in Indiana. One family sat in vigil by the bedside of the daughter they thought was theirs, while the other family buried and mourned their daughter. It was five weeks, five rather inexplicable weeks, before Whitney awakened enough to let the family know she wasn't their Laura.
It wasn't even the story line that made me bawl, though it was incredibly touching. It was the incredible strength, love, bonding, forgiveness, joy in sadness, sadness in joy that these two wonderful Christian families demonstrated. It was the testimony they gave the world in this amazing documentary hosted by Matt Lauer. Go here for a bit of the content, if you missed it.
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/21134540/vp/23848130#23848130
As is my custom, I either read a few pages of a book or comment on a few of my blog friends during commercials. In this case, I happened upon Bev's post from a couple of days ago about the miracle of their lasting marriage, in honor of their anniversary. Bev is a gifted writer, but this particular post really touched me to the core of my soul. I was already on the edge emotionally, watching the story of the two families, and this post made me cry some more.
Today I was looking for something in my Favorites when I came upon Amy Wilhoite's site. I hadn't checked there for awhile, so I decided to see if her husband, Brian, had been back to update recently. He had - just a week or so ago. There went the tears again, as I read of the 6-month anniversary of her going home to Jesus, of how he is working on the book about her struggles and triumphs of this journey with leukemia. I was doing pretty well until I clicked on the song title, Where You Are, which somebody wrote and recorded, apparently, the day she died. If you kept up with and prayed for Amy through her journey, you must go over and read Brian's comments and listen to this song. But be prepared with some tissues!
So - there you have it. If the old song, "He washed my eyes with tears that I might see," is true,then I should be seeing things much more clearly this week-end.
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