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To read Donny Querin's story from the beginning of the journey, click here. If you would like to make a donation to help with the expenses click here.
May 12, 2010
How do you breathe when the air has become so heavy? How can your voice be heard when the waves crash on the shore demanding to be reconciled with the sand? How could it be that when tears are spent, hope is gone and the flame of future has been extinguished, that there is still joy? Joy unspeakable and full of Glory! It is because He IS. The King of Glory is still the King. King of our pain, trouble, trial, healing, triumph and victory! The King of everything. We thank you Lord that our condition doesn't change Your condition. No, not for a moment.
Martin and I are doing very well. We are trying to figure out what life looks like without a son down here... but the Lord is our strength and stay in it.
Cynthia takes small bites of her pain and seems to be digesting them well. It is hard to lose a brother that was a soul-mate. Omar and Abel are her constant reminders that life, most definitely "goes on" and we are glad for that.
Amy... sweet Amy. Our gift from Donny and the Lord. She is moving "full steam ahead," afraid of nothing and embracing the challenges and opportunities that come her way. She is an amazing adventure to watch and love!
Here's a quote from Donny that may help those of you who are struggling with change. Life is full of change right now... for many.
One week before Donny left, he said, "The only unchanging thing in life is that life changes! It is ironic that tenacity and one's grip on
the future are so valued by our society when it is so obviously uncontrollable!"
Mother's Day was a wonderful time for me. I appreciate all the cards and gifts that were sent to me for Mother’s Day and for my birthday; you are all so amazing and precious; I appreciate you.
Psalm 62:5-7 "My soul waits silently for God alone, for my expectation is from Him. He only is my rock and my salvation. He is my defense and I shall not be moved. In God is my salvation and my Glory. The rock of my strength and my refuge is in God."
Thursday, April 8, 2010
We are all doing well. Very well. Continuing on. Missing our Dark Eyed boy, but content in knowing he is happily offering up his golden crown to The Holy One. This grief comes in waves.... at times unbearable, but then the Lord comes rushing in and makes it all better. Thank you so much for your help; all your wonderful help. I have gotten away to the beach a couple times and the pounding of the waves brought me a strength through there tumultuous display of yielding to God. We are all back to work and pushing through, thanks for the prayers..... we are walking in the midst of them. All the notes of encouragement have been beyond incredible and truly have displayed to each of us the amazing power of a living God in people who will yield.
A viewing of Donny's memorial service is on the website for you. Click here
Thursday, March 18, 2010
It has been two weeks since our boy went on home. I am writing to let you know that this was not his journey, nor was it ours alone... it was everyone's journey who dared to follow and gain courage and strength from the God we lean upon. Everyone is back at work and forging ahead. Amy's dance company is doing very well, and Donny was proud of her in that and would continue to be so. Thanks for the donations to help her keep it going. Cynthia and Omar are doing well, leaning on the Lord for strength, with appreciation of all the time they had with Donny. Martin is processing each day without his boy and their "bedside chats." I am having a bit of trouble knowing what to do with this time. Time that is supposed to make things better, seems to shout at me, the cause for the need of it is gone... So, the Lord will help me re-direct it to do the things I used to do before Leukemia came. The third book I stopped, I will restart and I will go back out on ministry tour in June... First to Utah.
So, for now, I sit and look at the living room... there is a coffee table there now, where my lionhearted bear cub used to abide and run his blessed world. I will stay in touch, as I know you care. We know in the end, when the prayers were prayed and hope was spent, all that was left was "Jesus Wept" and those tears were collected for a high price of glory for the Lord and Righteousness upon my son. It is still true... "To God be the Glory, for the Great things He has done." Thank you for checking in. We abound.........................
The Last meal out just before the Bone Marrow Transplant, at The Cliff House, in San Francisco. May, 2008
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