Even with the sentence of death hanging amidst the room, there is not fear. Only the assurance that heaven is on the other side.
Not hope in that hopefully Nanna and Tae will welcome him but hope in steadfast knowledge that this is the next step in the journey. As I watch his body rapidly begin to falter, I notice an anticipation for what is to come.
There are many
that seem to fear this time. This moment, however, it is very much one
of the times when we, if honored with the ability to do so, witness
heaven and earth touching. A Holy moment.
This world is not our home but rather a temporary dwelling. Our bodies, merely tents, as we live as foreigners in a land that we will never find true peace. Death reminds us of this...of our own mortality. Our own ticking clocks, so to speak.
We can try to settle here. We can even tether ourselves as much as may by acquiring much, however, the moment will come when it will all be for naught and they only accomplishment that will matter will be the one that we didn't do ourselves. But rather that we trusted the One who did.
"Praise the Lord" as my daddy said, "Praise the Lord"
Death can be faced courageously knowing that the angels have come and await the time.
May we all rest in such assurance.
This world is not our home but rather a temporary dwelling. Our bodies, merely tents, as we live as foreigners in a land that we will never find true peace. Death reminds us of this...of our own mortality. Our own ticking clocks, so to speak.
We can try to settle here. We can even tether ourselves as much as may by acquiring much, however, the moment will come when it will all be for naught and they only accomplishment that will matter will be the one that we didn't do ourselves. But rather that we trusted the One who did.
"Praise the Lord" as my daddy said, "Praise the Lord"
Death can be faced courageously knowing that the angels have come and await the time.
May we all rest in such assurance.
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