A House Prepared for Me

With the death of my great aunt, a gal at church and the time of the year I can't hemp but reminisce. Death sucks. Grieving sucks. Moving on sucks. Mourning headaches (the ones you get from crying) sucks.

I miss both of my grandmothers, but my Mom's mom is the death I struggle with so much. Maybe because I relate to her. We both love history, especially family history. We both have a strong affinity for America. We have both been betrayed by our respective spouses.

The last almost 5 years I have needed her wisdom, advice and hugs. I know that even though she resides in Heaven now I still have her love. That will never change. Still, I wish I could have 1 more hour with her. Just 1. Just 60 minutes to hug her and listen to her wisdom.

Today I am really missing her. Missing her is tough. She was special to do many, friendly, gracious and loving. To me she was just Grandma.

So as I miss her and grieve anew for all the moments with her I don't get, for all the memories Snowflake will never have, for all that death stole I am filled with joy. She is in Heaven! She has her beautiful voice back and her sickness is gone. She is healthy, whole and not only with the family she loved and missed, but even more with her Savior. That beautiful voice is probably right now singing hymns to Jesus and seeing Him. Glory!

On this side death sucks and it is ok to admit. On the other side, for the believer death is amazing! It is going to home. It is seeing Jesus! It is no more pain of any kind. It is hello and never goodbye. It is being with God. It is more than we can imagine.

So as I long for those I love and miss I will remember that for them they are with the joy giver.

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