And grief swings around to pay visit once more
Its unwelcome steps an affront at my door
Why does it return again day after day
as if it belonged here in some other way?
I’d rather stay locked up behind my bright wall
and pretend that it never had knocked here at all
And still its odd face seems to glare in the glass
Its ugliness worse than its brutish trespass.
But powerless I must unlock the way free
and let it sweep in with its shameless debris
And sit all accursed at the foot of my bed
to mock at my hope of new life for the dead
Curtis and family, your dear sister was the joy of my life at Wheaton College. We felt the LORD tug our hearts at Wheaton when we both transferred in 1981 and were housemates. Her bright mind, your ambitious mother, her diligence, the men we ruled out… all come flooding back again. Jenni loved each of you with all her heart and adored and respected God’s handpicked husband, Jim. May the God of all comfort heal and soften the edges of your raw grief. A life well lived, and eternity with Jesus. For me to live is Christ, and to die is gain.