Yesterday we got the text we were all not looking forward to...our friend passed away. Went into the arms of Jesus. It was a whirlwind of ups and downs the last few days. How do you tell your kids, your son, whom Jeanne called Jare-bear, as she did with many other kids in the church, that she is gone? Honestly.
Jeanne was one of those ladies that when she told you something you know she meant every word she said. She was one of those who served behind the scenes, letting others have the limelight. She had a big heart. Jeanne was a single mom, who raised a fine man. Her son is a close friend of my husbands and I love her DIL very much. My heart aches for them. God id good and I believe her son will come out of this with the victory even stronger than before.
Going to church this morning will be different, sober. I have felt the presence, the grace, the peace of God before in times like these and I believe it will fall once again.
While there is a lump in my throat and a piece of my heart gone, I can't help but think of the day when we are Heaven. What a glorious reunion it will be. Old friends, family, babies you never got to hold or meet. Oh, my heart gets excited to have that day!
For me I am holding on. Holding onto that knowledge that one day (I believe soon.) I will be in the presence of loved ones, loved ones that hold that little missing piece of my heart. That one day when I will stand (kneel?) in the presence of Jesus, my savior.
Indeed, indeed...it's going to be one heck of a reunion!