~*The Prayer*~

O Father, help me understand,
And know the reason why
The boy that thou did'st give to me,
So early had to die;

Why one whose life had been so pure,
Who never knew deceit,
Should droop and wither like a flower
Crushed under ruthless feet.

O Father, help me understand
Thy purposes Divine,
In letting death, with ruthless hand
Tear his dear heart from mine

O let me see the veil beyond,
Where dwells his spirit pure
And know he's happy where he's gone;
O let me feel secure.

Forgive the surging doubts that rise
Within my aching heart,
And take the dimness from mine eyes,
Let darkness all depart.

Let light and knowledge come to me
From heaven, Thy home on High,
O help me put my trust in Thee,
O Father, tell me why.

Perhaps I sin in asking this,
More faith should I show in Thee;
But, O, I miss his loving kiss,
He was so dear to me.

Just let me know that I sometime
Shall find him once again,
And clasp again his form to mine;
I ask, in Jesus name,




"The Answer"

Grieve not, my child, for the time shall be,
When death shall be no more,
Thy loved one I'll return to thee,
to cherish evermore.

Twas in the plan that man should die,
And slumber in the grave,
But rise again, as even I,
For this my life I gave.

For mortal life is but a part
Of God's eternity,
In which the souls of men embark
To find felicity.

What men call death is but a step
from lower to a higher plane,
And all who in the dust have slept
Through us shall live again.

Then grieve not for the one that's gone,
Nor let your heart despair;
For God in wisdom called your son,
To work for Him up there:

The prison gates to open wide
And through repentance them to guide
Again to worship Him.
Let this then be your answer, why,
And let your heart rejoice,
For unto God they do not die,

Who answer to his voice
But walk with Him in realms of love,
Where all the righteous be.
Be comforted, for there above
Thy boy will welcome thee.
Author Kay L Pratt





On October 20, 1976 our son, Monty Rulon (Ruly),was killed
in a logging accident in Forks Washington. As are most parents
when they lose a child, we were devastated. But once again my Father
in Heaven through the Comforter reached down to comfort me, his
daughter. I felt as though I had been wrapped in a warm blanket
of love and I knew that He was there telling me that my son was
where he was supposed to be. In the arms of his Father in Heaven,
doing the work that he had chosen for him to do. I truly felt joy at
this time, which is against any logic for someone who loved their
son as I loved mine, but it is true.  I felt joy in my heart.
Although I miss him so very much and yearn to see him again, I would
not have for one minute since that day have brought him back. This
is the strongest testimony that I could ever have that Heavely
Father lives and loves each of us so much. He comforts his children
in their times of sorrow and lets us know that He is there waiting
for us to call.

Ruly had a wonderful sense of humor and he just brought so much fun
and happiness into our home. He kept us laughing most of the time.
He had a very strong testimony of the gospel of Jesus Christ, and
he loved his Father in Heaven and his Savior Jesus Christ very much.
He loved his wife Brenda, and his son Jade and showed it in everything
that had did. I can still see Jade when he could barely walk dancing
around holding hands with his Dad while Ruly was laughing and singing
to him. Ruly had a wonderful voice and played the guitar and sang
every day. He and his brothers and sisters sang and played the guitars
together and brought warmth and music into our home. His favorite songs
were "Five Hundred Miles Away from Home" , "Mr BoJangels", and "If We
Make It Through December". He loved to work on his old 57 Chevy and he
was so filled with life and adventure that it sometimes scaredme when
he was growing up. Perhaps he knew deep in his spirit that he didn't
have long in this world and must make up for it this way. He was
however afraid of salamanders. One day he threw a ball and it went
into the well house and he was afraid to go down and get it because
there might be a salamander down there. They had seen one weeks before
this. He sent his brave sister, Trisha, who was not afraid of anything
at this time, and I doubt that she is to this day, down after the ball.
She teased him for the rest of his life because of this. But he would
just laugh with his great booming laughter which we all loved when she did.
There were times during his teenage years that he would find mischief
to get into, as will any teenage boy, but he learned to be responsible for
his own actions and learned and grew from his mistakes.
He served his country in the national guard from the time he graduated
from high school until he died.  I remember the day he left for boot
camp, I was so afraid for him. I guess all mothers are afraid for their
children when they don't know what is happening to them. He grew strong
while he was there, and learned a lot about life. His sense of humor
sometimes got him in hot water however. I am so looking forward to seeing
him someday when I too will make that journey tobe with Our Father in Heaven.
I miss you my dear Son.





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