January 21, 2008, Monday

Seventeen months.

We went to Lydia’s grave and wanted to take down the Christmas decoration on her grave. We could not. Everything is frozen. The water in the vase became ice. After we broke one light, we gave up. It has been below freezing temperature for several days.

“Not a good day to do this.” Mom said.

The cold temperature did not help either.

It was very cold to be outside. We did not dress warm enough. We left, with my sorrowful heart wondering what everybody is thinking when visited Lydia’s grave. Priscilla seemed to have fun of discovering the vase shaped ice. I laughed about it too. But deep in my mind, I still like to know God’s plan behind all of this.

Does Lydia see us from where she is? I don’t know. The Bible does not say clear enough. But does it matter? I don’t even know what I am thinking. God, for sure, knows.

“Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.” Matthew 5:4.

This is the promise I have from the Lord Christ Jesus. I needed it right after Lydia passed away. Now I still need it, if not more.