It took me a little longer to write this post. I’ve been staring at the screen for days trying to write a sentence.
It hits us all at some point in our lives. We can prepare for the passing of a loved one, as much as we can. We can tell ourselves it’s better, they aren’t suffering, they are in a better place, but it doesn’t seem to help me much.
My grandmother passed away two weeks ago. 3 days before my 38th birthday. I had her in my life for 38 years and she was an amazing woman. I probably don’t even know half of the amazing things she did in her life. She raised 6 kids by herself, who brought 21 grandkids into this world, who in turn (so far) have brought 27 great-grandkids into this world. I think I counted everyone. She loved the Lord with all her being, never wavering from her faith. In the end her body failed her, but her Savior did not. She is walking in Heaven and worshiping Jesus, I know this. It does comfort me, but it still hurts terribly. It still makes me sad and I can’t even imagine what holidays will be like without her.
She gave me my Bible in 1993. In the front cover is written Psalm 119:105, Thy word is a lamp unto my feet and a light unto my path. She wrote poems, stories and letters to all of us over the years. I found the original copy in her handwriting while at her apartment after she passed. Tears were flowing while seeing her words. My cousin joked at the service that if you gave our grandmother a gift she would keep it for a while then give it back to you. It’s true. Everything she owned had someone’s name on it and we all got those things after she passed, and some over the years she gave us. She didn’t need the things of this world.
The Lord has a way of working things out. Just three short days after burying my sweet grandmother, my dad got the call that we’ve been waiting on for too long, he was getting a new heart. This story is a story for another day, but let me tell you it’s been a long one, but a victorious one. A friend of mine posted this verse and it seemed to fit so it’s the one I’ve been praying for him.
I believe that I will see the goodness of the Lord
in this world of the living.
Wait with hope for the Lord.
Be strong, and let your heart be courageous.
Yes, wait with hope for the Lord.
He gives us a renewed hope every morning. I am praying for my dad’s new heart to literally be strong. It has been a tough week and he has a long road to recovery.
Thank you to everyone that has been praying for us, sitting at the hospital or checking on me during this time. It means a lot!
Do you have a verse that helps you when you are grieving?
What about a verse that gives you hope?
Thanks for reading!
Choose for yourselves this day whom you will serve, as for me and my house we will serve the Lord. Joshua 24:15