I’m on a bed in my final moments. Loved
ones around my bed. I shall miss them dearly, miss the things we’ve done, miss
the moments in their lives that are to come. I ache that I will be with them no
longer. I wonder what life will be like on the other side. The unknown gives me
some trepidation.
And then I remember.
That even though I must walk through the
valley, I am not alone. He will be with me. His rod and His staff shall comfort
me. He will carry me through and death shall not be my final song. My sin will
not do me in.
That I may see them on the other side, that
this is just a temporary goodbye, that someday we’ll be together forever in eternity.
In that glorious garden city, we will be reunited, making more memories in our
new bodies, with our Savior.
And I shall pass on triumphantly, peacefully
and boldly. Reaching out for the Lord’s nail pierced hands, into His arms I shall
rest.
This Easter, I am keenly aware of my
mortality. Whilst I am grateful for the salvation in Christ, I am even more grateful
that He is my benefactor. The One who can save my children, I shall forever be
indebted to.
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