LLOYD DOUCHAND

In each of our lives regardless of its state there are always a small select group of people who enter our life, and play an integral role. In our imaginations they appear as objects or tools, and are simply personified in our daily reality. For me Lloyd Douchand played the role of a lamp to see things clearer within the mire of my life. Lloyd was always full of life, energy, and vitality; ready with a listening ear and an understanding heart. To help interpret and simplify my thoughts; he shared in my joy and gave wisdom in the midst of my dispair. As the Lord tugged at my heart to search for Him. God sent many people to help in my search, but especially Lloyd. He was there to help me find "a place of solace," his words not mine, the undying attraction and romance with the Word of God!
I am forever greatful to the Lord Jesus Christ for the life of Lloyd Douchand. May he enter into his eternal rest in peace.
May God's benevolent care, inexplicable peace, and gracious mercy be with the Douchand family now and always. Amen!

One more mile, step by step, day by day I'm coming closer. One more corner to turn, on into the hills, down into the valleys. I'll pause by a stream to remember you, cool myself in the shade of your love. Your call beckons to me, my heart answers, yes I'll keep walking. One more mile, I see your footprints, yes I'm coming closer. My eyes grow dim, oft times I grow faint, but in times dark your light shines even brighter. I'm guided by the footprints you left, I'm strengthened by your will, carried by your hands that will not let me go. I know beyond the setting Sun you are patiently waiting, but my time has not yet come. One more mile, God give me strength, let me stand, show me the hope that lies beyond the distance between us. I know with certainty you're standing there, not the one who left me, not the one I knew, you've been renewed. The splendor of Heaven awaits, the rest wherewith the weary are refreshed, the promised Salvation, my Lord Jesus Christ, just one more mile, perhaps a few more tears, still this is my prayer; God give me the strength to make it home.

I see your face in the mirror; my reflection reminds me of you. At dawn the sunlight greets me like your smile. I hear the birds sing, the sound of wind rustling through the trees, tears form in my eyes, not from regret, not from missing you, no, my heart just longs to see you again. Not as the frail man who from this life now is resting, not as the man whose hands trembled when they touched me, not as the weak voice that could barely whisper my name, not the way you were when at long last silence came and you lay still. I long for the time when we will meet again, and on that eternal day you will greet me standing, welcoming me home.