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| Gomie with her violets |
My heart hurts that I'll never again see her this side of heaven.
There will be no more chats. No more lunches of sandwiches, crisps and milk. With cookies and coffee afterwards. Or those late night ice cream raids. No more Blue Blood marathons. No more cooking lessons. No sewing lessons. No caining lessons. No violets. Or tomatoes. No more bragging on me. No more introductions to randomers. No more wisdom. Questions. Pictures. Gossip.
They say this season is a season of hope. This is the first year I understand what that means. As cliche as it sounds Jesus is the reason for the season. Because of His birth at Christmas, I look forward to Easter and His resurrection from the dead, "The last enemy to be destroyed is death." (1 Corinthians 15v26) For that reason I am able to cling to the promise of Revolution 21v4 "He will wipe every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away."
And in the words of Hunter Dockery,"when it says 'He will wipe every tear away', He's not merely wiping a tear from the cheek; He is putting His finger in your eye to wipe every tears away."
My mind goes next to the people that don't have this hope, is it any wonder depression is so real? If this life really is it and death really is the end... how do you get up in the morning?
Because of the hope I have that death is not the end, I am able to rejoice, even though my heart hurts, that my Gomie is once again with my Grandad. After 65 years of marriage, with almost a year gap, they're together again for eternity in heaven.
Hark the herald angels sing
"Glory to the newborn king"
Peace on earth, and mercy mild
God and sinners reconciled
Joyful all ye nations rise
Join the triumph of the skies
With angelic host proclaim
"Christ is born in Bethlehem"
Hark the herald angels sing
"Glory to the newborn king"
Hail the heaven born prince of peace
Hail the son of righteousness
Light and life to all he brings
Risen with healing in his wings
Born that man no more may die
Born to raise the sons of earth
Born to give them second birth
Hark the herald angels sing
"Glory to the newborn king"
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