My heart aches for my neighbor. Her mother passed away this morning. Richard and I visited the hospice facility last night. What a very peaceful place. We were grateful and honored to be included at this very sacred family time. I sat up late last night, thinking. I wrote a poem. I won’t share it here, but in the writing of it, I felt peace, thinking about eternal things like family, faith, and life…not the mortal life we all struggle through, but the life that defines who we are, whose parent is our Creator. The something within us that never dies, but continues on after our bodies fail. I also felt more gratitude for the Savior’s victory over death so all of us can be whole again. And dear neighbor, I know we can be together with our loved ones again.
Our Father in Heaven is a personal God, who attends to the needs of each of us. In ways deep and also minute, he comprehends our pain and knows how to make it all better. He sends us family and friends in whom we can find comfort. He sends his Spirit to be with us, to comfort, guide, protect, and teach us. He sent his Son to eliminate the finality of death and the chains that sin would bring.
I love these words, spoken about those who dwell with God. Notice who personally comforts them.
“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.” – Revelation 21:4