It’s in times like these that I’ve got to stand stronger than ever in faith.
In faith with the family I love.
Despite the illness, Jesus is my healing.
It sucks to not be able to shed a tear, knowing we have to be strong for the adults – especially for my Aunt, and my Grandma. It sucks to know my cousins are wrenching deep down inside, telling themselves they’ve gotta be strong for their Mom, even though their Dad has passed on. These are my closest cousins. The ones I grew up with, the ones I goof and laugh and cry around with.
And we don’t know how Grandma will take this piece of news.
All I know now is when I meet them at home later, a simple hug can replace any comforting word.
But Daddy will be in our midst. Because He has promised in Isaiah 25:8, “He will swallow up death forever; and the Lord GOD will wipe away tears from all faces, and the reproach of His people He will take away from all the earth, for the LORD has spoken.“
One more loved one has been called home to the Lord. Brings me back to night my Dad left. Or the night I came to know about Reu’s death.
Luke 1:79 - "To give light to them that sit in darkness and in the shadow of death, to guide our feet into the way of peace."
I wish there was a shoulder to cry on now.
Really.
