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The Earthly Goodbye

A gal at church is dying.  She has fought a tough battle with cancer and God has chosen to heal her, not be removing the cancer but by calling her home, to her real home, with Him in Glory.  She leaves behind so many lives she has touched. Not just her family, though the earthly good bye for them will be the toughest.

All of us who have been privileged to know her have been touched. She has fought with grace and dignity. She has shown her love and faith in our Savior. I am sure when she wakes up in Heaven she will hear the treasured words, "Well done" and "Welcome home!"

For her it will be the best day.  For those still here it can be the worst day.  Death does that and it is OK. It is ok and good to grieve.  To cry our hearts out, to mourn. GOD as Jesus wept over death. We can too.

Death is final.  It is good-bye. No more will memories be made of the one who died, there just is what we have to cherish. No more hugs or phone calls. No more nagging and getting frustrated. A life is finished on this earth.  That sucks.

Death sucks.  No way around it. We were not designed to die.  We were created as eternal beings, it is our sin that forced earth to just be a temporary spot.  Our souls are still eternal.

When you have to say goodbye to a loved one do not be afraid to mourn. Let yourself grieve. Also let yourself laugh.  Do not feel guilty if you smile or chuckle. Those we love who are in Heaven will want us to make the most of the days God gives us.

Grief is an individual process. Do not let people put a stop watch on your grief.  Give it to God.  You will not feel joy in the midst of the grief, but it will return if you allow God into your grieving process.

So, Kayleen thank you for your faith.  Thank you for witness reflecting our Savior.  Thank you for a life well lived.  There are so many of us who will miss you and in the blink of your eye we will be joining you when God appoints us.  Enjoy the place prepared for you and tell Jesus "Hi!"

Sincerely,
A life you touched

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