All Things Are Possible – A Poem

Sadness and joy
are hard to hold
at the same time

Mourning death
and celebrating life
in the same moment
is impossible for me

But with God
all things are possible

I’m still feeling sad over the death of my sister, but tomorrow is my son’s 18th birthday. Talking to a good friend about this yesterday she made the comment that sadness and joy are hard to hold together. She’s right.

About Linda Kruschke

I am a Jesus Freak, and I don't care who knows it. I am a wife, mother, sister, aunt, daughter, and friend. My blood family is only part of the larger family of Christ that I belong to. I love to write, especially about my dear Savior.
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10 Responses to All Things Are Possible – A Poem

  1. Yes you are right I can prove it too!

  2. Stan Ski says:

    A difficult time… I’m sure the experience will strengthen you…

  3. shanyns says:

    Today is one of those days for me as well – sadness and joy in a cup that only God can serve us from. Wonderful poem, and truly a blessing.

  4. brian miller says:

    we are memorizing 1 john right now…count it all joy…that whole chapter…i am about 11 verses in right now…good one to keep handy…..

  5. claudia says:

    i think the sad and joyful things often go hand in hand and we can’t really separate it but have to find space to live both… wishing you strength and a wonderful birthday with your son as well linda

  6. Ouch. Hard to drink from both sides of the cup, for sure.

  7. Karen says:

    Thanks for sharing, I really like the intro: Sadness and joy
    are hard to hold
    at the same time

    I did a study on devastation after celebrations, it was the summer when Jim died, it was perfect timing, God’s timing.

    Jenn and I “celebrated” her 16th b’day, when we knew it was to be Jim and Jenn, to celebrate their big birthdays together, but it wasn’t to be.

    • Karen, I really can’t take credit for that first stanza since that is pretty much what my friend Gail said to me. And the last stanza is from scripture. But it did pretty much sum up the struggle to mourn and celebrate at the same time, which I guess is part of this thing we call life. Peace, Linda

  8. I like your poem. At times like these I have a tendency to try too hard to understand everything…to make sense out of it all. At times the feelings vary so much that I have felt like I was standing on the pendulum of a clock the way kids sometimes stand on a tire swing. Try to remember that the Lord is holding you. I am praying. This is hard stuff.


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