Today marks four months since Hannah left our earthly home for Heaven. In some ways, it feels like just yesterday, and then in other ways, it feels like it's been forever since we've seen her face. We've had Mother's Day, Father's Day, Bethany's birthday, and a family vacation without her now. We miss her constantly, and I suppose that will always be the case. But, God has been faithful to provide comfort. II Corinthians 5:1 is a wonderful reminder: "Now we know that if the earthly tent we live in is destroyed, we have a building from God, an eternal house in Heaven, not built by human hands."
Last night, we watched an hour-long special on Farrah Fawcett and her battle with cancer. Now, I know nothing about Farrah's spiritual condition, but I was struck by the apparent emptiness in the interviews I heard with both her and Ryan O'Neal. It just all seemed very sad. Contrast this with the words of my friend Becky's dad, who entered the hospital yesterday with serious health problems: “For me to live is Christ, and to die is gain. Either way I will be okay!” Thank You, Lord, for the hope we have in you!
Those in the world really are lost, and their words and actions are such an indication of their "lostness". Oh that they could have a glimpse of what the storms of this life COULD be with the ever present God Almighty who never leaves us, never gives us more than we can handle, and always holds us in his nail scarred palms. Thinking of you and praying for you as you prepare to speak in El Dorado tomorrow...
ReplyDeleteI was just blessed with your visit today to your old El Dorado neighborhood. Thank you for coming by, and I am hoping that I will be able to hear your testimony tomorrow at Immanual. Thank you, Brad, for your tears as you remembered Shorty and our experiences watching Hannah and Bethany as little girls. Yes, Hannah beat him there by a month, but I know she greeted him with the smile on her face that most children had for him.
ReplyDeleteAgain, thanks for coming by, and thank you, Jesus for sending me to the mailbox at just the right moment. Dee