Knox Chamblin's Journal
Website is up!
Written Nov 16, 2013 12:38am by Claire HolleyHello friends of Mom and Dad,
Some of you have been asking about ordering Mom's notecards and ABCs... Bev and I are happy to announce that we now have a website where you can do this. We hope that you will enjoy looking around:
Check back periodically because we may have new items up for sale in the future, but give us time to figure that part out. Thanks friends.
A Special Day
Written Sep 27, 2013 11:46am by Beverly HarmonMom would have been 73 today. A beautiful clear autumn day in Jackson was a pleasant backdrop for my first visit to Mom's gravesite since we buried her on June 7th. As I read her chosen scripture of Philippians 3:10 on the epitaph (at left), I was tearfully joyful to realize that her "longing to know Christ" has been completely fulfilled and that she is truly experiencing "the power of His resurrection!" It also occurred to me that Mom & Dad only experienced one anniversary (9/10/12) apart from each other. It has been exactly two years and one week since Dad was diagnosed with leukemia. In reflecting back, it's hard to believe all that has happened during that time, but God has been faithful to meet our needs at literally every turn. Some of you that were following this site from the beginning will remember that Dad, in typical fashion, penned a poem for Mom on her birthday in 2011 using the letters CHEMOTHERAPY. I just read it and thought I'd reprint it today, asking you to pay special attention to the last three verses, which came to pass, sooner than Dad could have imagined.
Companion mine two score and six, you have now reached three score. Indeed beyond those sixty years, you have eleven more!
Hospital now we occupy: The Baptist is its name. How fitting, for as one of them, into the world you came.
Enfold us in your caring arms, you doctor and you nurse. And the words of "Happy Birthday," do now with us rehearse.
My dearest friend, faithful you've been to Psalm that fits your age. Its tributes to our mighty God, you've taken from the page.
"O Holy One of Israel, my lips will shout with joy." Thus does this Psalm, seventy-one, the praise of God employ.
This writer wants to tell God's deeds, to all who are to come. Likewise to Jesus Christ the Lord, a witness you've become.
Here in this room, more than a few, your story will receive. May its good news engulf their hearts, and their deep fears relieve.
Endless my thanks, my loving wife, for all you've done for me. Especially in troubled times, I'll always grateful be.
Rejoice we that God's given you another year of life. I pray he'll give us many more as husband and as wife.
Abide with us, we ask the Lord, when ebbs out life's short day. As earth's joys dim with passing time, its glories pass away.
Paradise is not here and now. Upon a transformed earth, we'll join a multitude of saints, to sing Christ's matchless worth.
You and I will have no birthday, for we'll have bodies new. And deeper then will be the love that I can have for you!
May God bless you in your remembering of Ginger Chamblin today and in the days to come.
It seems fitting to close with Mom's life verse: "I want to know Christ and the power of his resurrection and the fellowship of sharing in his sufferings, becoming like him in his death." Philippians 3:10
Written Jul 22, 2013 11:42pm by Beverly HarmonSince Dad was diagnosed with leukemia on September 19, 2011, this CaringBridge website has been a source of encouragement to all members of the Chamblin family. It truly has been a "bridge" connecting us to you across the miles. Many of you have expressed appreciation for this site, but Claire and I may have been more blessed than anyone. Your encouraging words, faithful prayers, shared scriptures and recounting of Chamblin memories have often been the fuel to keep us moving forward during the last 22 months. The main reason for having this website no longer exists; however, it is not easy to say goodbye. Two years ago, there are many people whom I would have subconsciously labeled "friends of my parents." I would now call those same people "friends of MINE," our hearts having bonded as we traveled this road of cancer, death and grief together.
While it has been hard to lose both parents in such a short time span, there is a sweet peace that comes from knowing that both of their souls are at rest. The memory of each of them is a living presence that continues to impact and shape me. I echo Claire's words that the process of sorting through the contents of their home (though very time consuming) has been fun. We discover treasures every day, and I often wish I could ask Mom or Dad a question about certain items, letters or photos that we find. We are taking our time, hoping to be good stewards of their estate and wanting to honor them in our decisions. Please pray for us to that end.
I would like to close with one of Mom's favorite scriptures, the one read at the end of her funeral:
Romans 15:13 "May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in Him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit."