It’s happened again. Another dear soul has left this earth leaving us with shoulders drooping in disbelief. Our heads understand with fuzzy remembrance Isaiah 57:1-2, which tells why God sometimes takes away someone at such a young age. But nonetheless, the pieces of our broken hearts ache, while with stoic resolve we limp into the future. It’s not that we don’t trust God. We do. It’s just that it hurts so much to take that next breath, that next step. With each soul that crosses the Jordan, we feel that much more, alone.
My Grandma Walls was ninety-three years old when she passed away. Even with her love of life, I remember her saying with a longing sadness, that she was the only one left. Her sister, mom, and dad, all were gone.
We know one day we again will see our loved ones who are in the Lord, but until that time the missing is almost unbearable. It’s as if we have lost a part of who we are. Numb one second, we are shocked by tears when we bump into an unexpected memory the next.
I didn’t know this young man well. But I was blessed with his loving smile, the care he had for my son and family, and the messages from God he gave on any Sunday morning. And I, along with a hundred others, mourn our loss of him. For he was a glimpse of Heaven.
Heavenly Father, thank You for the lives that touch our hearts when we least expect it. Thank You for those who are a sweet fragrance of You. Thank You for the hope that is ahead when we will be with You and our loved ones again. We look forward to the day when You will wipe away even the memory of tears from our eyes. Thank You so much for Jesus.
Kimberly