We drove by Shelley’s last residence today. She transferred to
heaven on Saturday, as it is today, but she went to Glory seventeen months ago
on a fall day, not spring, like now.
My route often takes me by there, but a tear came today. Why?
Because tomorrow is Easter. The day we celebrate Christ’s
resurrection. The day we celebrate eternal life. Shelley resides with Jesus
now, and she is alive and healthy. The thought causes tears of joy.
Do I miss her?
You bet I do!
Will I see her again?
Indeed!
Does this thought ease the pain of my loss?
No!
Well, sometimes.
Some people experience organ diseases with dementia, but Shelley endured no pain. She had no bodily disorders, and for that, I’m grateful.
Shelley knew fear in the early months of illness, but if she felt alarm
in later days, it took flight. If there is a blessing to dementia, I suppose
that is it. Thoughts wing away before they take effect.
I don't
know why God gives us a deluge of grief, but He does, and sometimes the cascade
occurs when we least expect it. I can
come up with all sorts of reasons why God allows sorrow, and all are plausible,
but none make sense.
But
Easter comes!
When the
ladies went to the tomb to anoint the body of the dead Jesus, they suffered a
total amount of emotional misery. They had lost their teacher, best friend, healer,
and Savior.
But it
was Sunday!
Resurrection Sunday!
Jesus
had taught about His death and His return to life, but no one understood Him.
When the
women discovered an empty tomb, sorrow turned to joy.
Shelley’s
tomb holds her empty body, but her spirit soars. She remains alive and well.
I can
rejoice knowing that fact.
If you haven’t committed your life to Jesus. This is the perfect
time to do so. He loves you. He died for you. He arose for you.
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