The mom of a good friend of ours died this morning.
We ache for him and for his family. The grief and sense of loss comes in waves. It'll be that way for as long as this life endures. My older brother died ten years ago, and there are still times when I miss him so much. I can hear his laugh. I can see his face when I got a good one in and he couldn't think of a snappy comeback. Oh, how I miss him! Oh how I ache for my friend! But I know something that he also knows: this life isn't all there is. Our gracious, loving, Heavenly Father made a way for us to see all our loved ones again. He gave His Son - watched His Son die, much as my friend watched his mom die this morning - so that you and I might be adopted into the family of God. In the terms of David Phelp's song: His death wasn't the end, but the beginning of life that's completed in you. Don't you see? He did all this for you. He was born of a virgin one holy night in the little town of Bethlehem, all the angels singing glory to the great I AM. He walked on the water, healed the lame, and made the blind to see. For the first time here on earth we learned that God could be a friend. And though He never ever did a single thing wrong, He was the one the crowd chose. And he walked, and he died. But three days later He rose. You see, He came, He lived, and He died. But that was the end of the beginning. Some day it will be the end of the beginning for each of us. We will see our Savior face to face. The sorrow and pain we're enduring now will give place to victory. And my friend will see his mom again.
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AuthorCynthia Saladin is a homeschooling mom of three, with a passion for teaching them about God and having a personal relationship with him. Archives
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