It has been months since I have had a chance to write. It has therefore taken me days to try and work out how to get back on my BLOG. My BLOG address finally worked, and then I couldn't send a POST. I forgot my password. Now I am back on track, I can't stop writing.
It was about 6 years ago, at the beginning of a Christmas Service, we received a TEXT. Now if Mark had shown it to me in the sermon, I might not have reacted so, but it happened while singing a Christmas carol. The TEXT said: "Mary has died".
If you have read my other BLOG, "In the Hands of God", you will know that Mary was my big sister. She had been fighting bone cancer for many years. We knew she was near the end and was getting reading to travel down to Melbourne to see her, probably for the last time. I suddenly realized I wouldn't be seeing her, and the tears started.
I started thinking about my Dad, and that got me missing him as well, along with the rest of the family, for I also realized I was the only one left. It was at Mary's funeral that I suddenly realized that what a wonderful Christmas they would be having with the Lord.
I know that some Churches believe that when we die we don't go straight to Heaven, but it was my old mate, Chuck Swindoll that reminded me a few days ago that as a Christian we need to believe that our family and friends are with the Lord. This faith not only gives us comfort in our grief; but takes away any fear we may have of moving on when we die.
Every Christmas as I celebrate with my small family - husband, son and now his lovely wife - I can't help but think about the wonderful time, my larger family are having in Heaven. This understanding does give me COMFORT, but more so, it gives me STRENGTH, as I too face a `CERTAIN' future.
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