my uncle jerry passed away last week after a life of diabetes. he was my dad’s older brother. my sweet grandmother, now 89, has taken care of him for his whole life. death is hard. even when it’s a celebration, it’s hard. it’s a loss of someone you love. it’s a loss of potential of what was to come. it’s a severing of memories yet to make.
i think this one was a little troubling for me because it’s the first one of someone close to me that i cannot say whether he was a believer. he was raised by my grandmother, who is one of the most goldy women i know. so i know he heard truth. but he had a hard life. he had reason to be angry because of his battles with life. and i can’t say that i fully understand God’s mercies. so it’s a hard thing for me. i hope that he’s in heaven now, with no more sufferings, enjoying the presence of our Saviour and loved ones. i pray that he’s feeling relief, joy, happiness like never before. i pray that he’s never felt the warmth of God’s radiant love like he is right now.
so it makes me want to know for sure for those in my life that i am unsure. why do we waste so much time? why are we just content? it makes me more fervent to pray for those in my life and those in my path to know Truth and be convinced & consumed by it. that’s the only place to find peace. so don’t waste time. speak Truth. speak Love. speak Peace. show through your life the love of our Saviour. be contagious!