Grace and Peace
My words are not adequate to express our incredible gratitude for the outpouring of love you all have showered upon us. You have ministered to us in profound and meaningful ways during the most difficult season of our lives. I could not have asked for Cindy's Celebration of Life service on Tuesday evening to have gone any better. When I realized several weeks ago that Cindy's time on this earth would be short, I began praying that her service would honor God and be a blessing to our children. The service did both. Every person who spoke, I think had our children in mind. Our kids will be blessed for years by the sentiments that were shared. Though Cindy's life on this earth by many standards was short, her influence and legacy, especially in the lives of our children, will be enduring. And then on Friday afternoon when we arrived at the cemetery we were blown away by the number of people at the cemetery. It was an encouragment to our family to see friends and family from several states on hand to honor Cindy. My uncle said he had never seen that sort of crowd gather for a burial at our little family cemetery. Again, the words that were spoken were just right. Though it had rained and was dark and overcast the day before the service, Friday was a beautiful day as the sun peaked through the clouds. I somehow had the sense that Cindy is smiling up in heaven.
Today, I am writing these words from my sister's home in Nashville, TN. Before beginning the trek back across the country to our home in New Mexico, I thought it good for our kids to spend some time laughing and playing with their cousins. All in all the children are doing OK. The day after Cindy went home to be with God, Reid our 6-year-old said, "Daddy, I sure do miss mommy." I said, "I know son. I miss her, too." I know part of my job will be to keep her memory alive for them. We are already beginning to have conversations about mommy. I think this is all very positive and healthy. But, quite honestly it is difficult. And yet the gospel makes this impossible situation "doable." When you face a crisis of this order, one is faced with questions like, "Do I really believe the gospel? Will I allow God's glorious truth to make an appreciable difference in my life?" These few days have been very, very difficult filled with tears and memories and wonderful conversations. At times I find myself smiling and thinking about wht Cindy would say or do. At other times I cry because I miss her so deeply. I can tell you, however, the gospel does make all the difference. I really believe Paul's words in Phil. 1:21; 24"For me to live is Christ and to die is gain...it is better by far to depart and be with the Lord." Because of the gospel there is hope, there is life and there is an incredibly bright future for us. My precious bride just got to experience it a little sooner than the rest of us.
Someone mentioned something to me at the viewing that I think is a great idea. One brother said, "Kevin, ask us to share our memories of Cindy on the blog. This will be very helpful to the boys in the future." Great idea. So, I am asking you to share whatever memory you have of Cindy on this blog. At some point I will collect these and make sure they are kept for Chase, Reid and Trey.
I hope you have a wonderful Thanksgiving holiday! My prayer is that God will bless you abundantly.
Your fellow struggler,
Kevin Owen
Today, I am writing these words from my sister's home in Nashville, TN. Before beginning the trek back across the country to our home in New Mexico, I thought it good for our kids to spend some time laughing and playing with their cousins. All in all the children are doing OK. The day after Cindy went home to be with God, Reid our 6-year-old said, "Daddy, I sure do miss mommy." I said, "I know son. I miss her, too." I know part of my job will be to keep her memory alive for them. We are already beginning to have conversations about mommy. I think this is all very positive and healthy. But, quite honestly it is difficult. And yet the gospel makes this impossible situation "doable." When you face a crisis of this order, one is faced with questions like, "Do I really believe the gospel? Will I allow God's glorious truth to make an appreciable difference in my life?" These few days have been very, very difficult filled with tears and memories and wonderful conversations. At times I find myself smiling and thinking about wht Cindy would say or do. At other times I cry because I miss her so deeply. I can tell you, however, the gospel does make all the difference. I really believe Paul's words in Phil. 1:21; 24"For me to live is Christ and to die is gain...it is better by far to depart and be with the Lord." Because of the gospel there is hope, there is life and there is an incredibly bright future for us. My precious bride just got to experience it a little sooner than the rest of us.
Someone mentioned something to me at the viewing that I think is a great idea. One brother said, "Kevin, ask us to share our memories of Cindy on the blog. This will be very helpful to the boys in the future." Great idea. So, I am asking you to share whatever memory you have of Cindy on this blog. At some point I will collect these and make sure they are kept for Chase, Reid and Trey.
I hope you have a wonderful Thanksgiving holiday! My prayer is that God will bless you abundantly.
Your fellow struggler,
Kevin Owen