“All in all, it was a never-to-be-forgotten summer — one of those summers which come seldom into any life, but leave a rich heritage of beautiful memories in their going — one of those summers which, in a fortunate combination of delightful weather, delightful friends and delightful doing, come as near to perfection as anything can come in this world.”
L.M. Montgomery, Anne's House of Dreams
Memories are a wonderful thing.
Especially memories made with the people you love.
It's hard to accept when people we love die.
We would wish to live in a world that is like our memories.
Where only the good things exist.
Where it is always summer, the summer of our childhood.
I try to remind myself that the sorrow is for us who were left behind.
Our lost ones are filled with joy now, without pain and suffering, it is better in every sense.
They are now in the land of eternal summer, where everything is goodness and evil has no room.
Sometimes it seems that our suffering has no meaning.
It is good to remember that God is much greater than us.
What He knows is beyond our understanding.
And He always wants the best for us.
The relationship with God is like the relationship between a parent and a child.
Now that I have my own son and have seen him growing up and been the parent for him, I understand why everyday can't be candy and ice-cream day.
Why I have to deny good things from him, fun things and why he needs to learn to stand for himself and have character and stamina.
I think God suffers greatly when He sees us suffer.
But He knows that the other option will only bring more suffering, a suffering that is much more vast and horrible.