Come Away My Beloved
On May 29th, our sweet Jordan stopped breathing here and was carried away to her Beloved. In holy moments still too sacred for words, Brack, Joe and I watched as she peacefully just stopped struggling. Then we wept together for a long time.
I’ve tried to write this several times in the last few weeks. It’s just been hard.
Jordan’s life was celebrated coast to coast with services in Oregon and Georgia. Beautiful. She was and continues to be a display of the grace and beauty of God to us and to all who knew her.
There are so many of you who have prayed for Jordan and Brack and Benton and Parker and all of us. So many of you who have given financially to enable us to be in Oregon for 8 months to help care for her and her family. So many of you who have sent encouraging notes and letters and texts and emails to assure us we’re not alone in this journey.
You are all very dear to us and we will be forever grateful for your love.
Please continue to pray for Brack and Benton and Parker. They are doing amazingly well by God’s grace. Brack’s a great Dad; he’s taken them on many adventures in that beautiful place they live; much healing happens in God’s creation. I’ve made a couple of trips back and forth to Oregon, so we could have Benton and Parker here with us for a visit. Brack went on his own solo hiking trip for several days while we had the kids. That’s a tale for him to tell.
There are some more specific things I want to write about those final moments; about how we saw God in the middle of saying good bye to our daughter. That will have to be for a later time though. For now, I want to convey my thanks to you for reading and following along. Many of you read Brack’s blog too; you should – he’s an incredible writer. He’ll be writing more also. I love his heart so much. He wants to honor Jordan in telling more of their story.
Joe and I took the month of July off to rest and listen and grieve. Still grieving. We’re had our other children and grandchildren home, which is always comforting. Could you whisper up an extra prayer for Jordan’s brothers and sister? My mama’s heart is uncovering layers of grief; one especially being for her other children who are missing their sister.
Again – thank you!!!
Tomorrow night we have our first concert in over 6 months. We get to worship with other Christ followers and be in the Presence of the One who gave his Beloved for us. If tears come, I will offer them up as worship, because that’s what I have right now.
We can give God our tears, our joy, our doubts, questions, anger…etc… as worship. I’m learning that more and more. He knows it all anyway. And He doesn’t go away because we look so ugly inside. Instead He invites us into the holy of holies to gaze upon His beauty. To be hidden in his shelter and concealed in the cover of his tent.
Just get there. Crawl if you have to, crawl along with me.
“In his shelter in the day of trouble, that’s where you’ll find me,
for he hides me there in his holiness.
He has smuggled me into his secret place,
where I’m kept safe and secure—
out of reach from all my enemies.
Triumphant now, I’ll bring him my offerings of praise,
singing and shouting with ecstatic joy!
Yes, listen and you can hear
the fanfare of my shouts of praise to the Lord!
God, hear my cry. Show me your grace.
Show me mercy, and send the help I need!” Psalm 27: 5-7 (TPT)
There’s a link below to our website with our schedule; we’d love to see you along the way. And also one for Brack’s blog. It’s a journal of their love story.
Please share this with anyone you feel led to.
And please share with us how you’ve experienced God’s healing Presence during your own grief. We all are learning to grieve “not as those without hope.”
Peace and grace to you, friend,