The Journey Home
Since that moment in the hospital where my faith began to flicker and grow, I've learned to trust. I journeyed home--and one day, I'll be in my heavenly home. As each day passes, it is getting closer.
Since that moment in the hospital where my faith began to flicker and grow, I've learned to trust. I journeyed home--and one day, I'll be in my heavenly home. As each day passes, it is getting closer.
I have to be honest with you. The news doesn't seem to bring much hope. The images are disturbing. The Virus is still around. There is anger and destruction.
Somehow I knew that would be the last time I'd see her on earth.
There will be other storms in this life because we live in an imperfect world. The storm of this pandemic will end.
Will life return to normal? I can't answer those doubts and nagging questions, but I can point you to One who knows about our situation. Remember the promise mentioned above. He promises to strengthen and help. He reminds us not to fear.
This Good Friday is the first time in a long time that I won't go to church and contemplate what Jesus did for me. But I can do it at home, too.
We wait for the time when we can move about freely. Get closer to our families and not feel the heaviness of this loss. When we can return to our jobs, and churches, and friends. Until then, we wait. Together.
Today and the days to come are unsteady and unpredictable. We don't know the future.
The same God is still there, waiting to give peace to those who trust.....
We choose to enjoy the time granted to us, grateful for every shared instant.