We will hold onto that with our whole hearts as the sun brings light to each new day. Romans 8:39 says, “Neither height, nor depth, nor anything else in all creation will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.” God is love. God is bigger than our woes, He is bigger than our suffering-death will not have the final word. In the book of Isaiah 42:3 we read, “A bruised reed He will not break, and a smoldering wick He will not snuff out.” Ultimately, the Lord knows those who are His and does not let mental illness rob His children of saving faith. She also knew the depths of her family’s love. She knew the depths of despair and the cruel reality of living in the unrelenting grip of depression. ![]() While this might be difficult to comprehend, her agony and pain aren’t for us to understand or judge. She wanted us to forgive her for the grieving she is causing, while begging us to ALL fight for the causes she held dear. She passed into a pain-free eternity while writing about her sorrow-and the sadness she knew she would cause her loved ones. She soaked up pain like a sponge and a chemical imbalance made it impossible for her to shed this burden. ![]() For as much joy as she brought, she carried an insurmountable amount of darkness. Lillia died from chronic, invasive and ultimately, terminal depression. She had a passion for the natural beauty of this world, and she spent her time being in it and taking care of it. She was a baptized and confirmed child of God and saw Him and knew Him through church, in the fields, on the breeze and among the trees, wildflowers and trails of Grandad Bluff. She was vexed by the wrongs in this world her heart broke from racism, persecution of immigrants, refugees and the fringe groups of society, environmental deterioration and the ills that make humans inhumane. She had a passion for doing the right thing (even when unpopular), living thoughtfully, and being genuine and good. She championed women and was unyieldingly inspired by females who stood up and carried a cross for their cause. Lillia was a talented artist whose spirit lives on in her work. She loved animals and marveled at creation. ![]() ![]() She loved her family and friends with ferocity but still found unconditional support and love for those suffering, the souls on the fringe of society and the persecuted. While she was with us, she cared an uncommon amount. She was born on August 21 st, 1999 and she died peacefully on Friday, August 16 th, 2019. In her short life she worked at Jolivette Family Farms, Linda’s Bakery, Le Chateau, La Crosse Distilling and Western Technical College. She graduated from West Salem High School and was attending Western Technical College. She was artistic, sarcastic, intelligent and she was a child of God. She was radiant, impossibly sweet, considerate and loving. Lillia Ava Rae Walsh was a daughter, granddaughter, sister, niece, godmother and friend. He said, “Her absence is like the sky, spread over everything.” In The Problem of Pain Lewis tells us that pain is God’s “megaphone to rouse a deaf world.” These words ring true and, God, we are listening. Lewis wrote about death in A Grief Observed.
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