Losing someone you love. Just writing the words brings me back to the day I arrived back at the Hospice when my husband met me outside with the little stuffed felt heart that I had tucked into my son's hand with a kiss and a promise that I would be back very soon.
I knew that he was gone.
And so began another journey that Cancer had begun three years ago.
I've always believed and even counseled other women, that God will not bring you to something that He will not bring you through.
But I would not have you to be ignorant, brethren, concerning them which are asleep, that ye sorrow not, even as others which have no hope.
For if we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so them also which sleep in Jesus will God bring with him.
I Thes 4:13-14
I miss him every day. But I am so glad that his suffering is over. I'm glad he is in a place were there are no more tears.
And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away.
But most importantly, and certainly, most comforting, I'm so certain and confident in the knowledge that we will be together one day.
More difficult than my grief, as a mother, watching his sister, brother, and dad, deal with this loss.
Hoping and praying that God's strength, their faith, would be there for them as much as I wanted it for them. That comfort.
O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?
The sting of death is sin; and the strength of sin is the law.
But thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.
I Cor 15:55-57
And, so, we go on. I go on. I still cry and have 'those' moments.
It's ok though. My friends have drawn close. Even if it's just to remember all of us in prayer.
That is a huge blessing to us.
We are confident, I say, and willing rather to be absent from the body, and to be present with the Lord.
II Cor 5:8