Come, Lord Jesus….
He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away.”
(Revelation 21:4, ESV)
These words are wrecking me this week.
It’s something I’ve been thinking a lot about as I grieve the loss of our friend. While I find great comfort in the fact that he is now with Jesus, sadness overwhelms me when I think of his wife facing the rest of her life without him…raising their daughter alone. The tears flow when I put myself in her shoes.
And, then I realize that I’m doubting the Gospel. She is not alone. None of us are alone. Jesus died to ensure it.
No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. For I am sure that neither death nor life, nor angels nor rulers, nor things present nor things to come, nor powers, nor height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord. (Romans 8:37-39, ESV)
For we know that if the tent that is our earthly home is destroyed, we have a building from God, a house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens.
2 Corinthians 5:1 (ESV)
I’ve been taking a lot of comfort in this verse these past few days. Knowing that our friend Kevin, who was taken much too soon, is at home with Jesus is the only thing that makes it bearable.
This one was easy….especially in light of the fact that just last week, my beloved and I celebrated 20 years of marriage.
The voice of my beloved!
Behold, he comes,
leaping over the mountains,
bounding over the hills.
My beloved is like a gazelle
or a young stag.
Behold, there he stands
behind our wall,
gazing through the windows,
looking through the lattice.
My beloved speaks and says to me:
“Arise, my love, my beautiful one,
and come away,
for behold, the winter is past;
the rain is over and gone.
The flowers appear on the earth,
the time of singing has come,
and the voice of the turtledove
is heard in our land.
The fig tree ripens its figs,
and the vines are in blossom;
they give forth fragrance.
Arise, my love, my beautiful one,
and come away.
O my dove, in the clefts of the rock,
in the crannies of the cliff,
let me see your face,
let me hear your voice,
for your voice is sweet,
and your face is lovely.
Catch the foxes for us,
the little foxes
that spoil the vineyards,
for our vineyards are in blossom.”
My beloved is mine, and I am his;
he grazes among the lilies.
Until the day breathes
and the shadows flee,
turn, my beloved, be like a gazelle
or a young stag on cleft mountains.
(Song of Solomon 2:8-17 ESV)
I’m a few days behind. I struggled with the word dream on Tuesday. Nothing was coming to me. Nothing was inspiring me. Later that day, my husband and I received terrible news that one of our closest friends had died suddenly.
That night, as I drifted in and out of fitful sleep, a verse from Job just kept running through my mind:
…the LORD gave, and the LORD has taken away; blessed be the name of the LORD… (JOB 1:21)
I dreamed that when I woke up in the morning and went downstairs, everything was gone. All of our furniture and pictures on the walls….all of it. It was just a blank slate of a house.
I don’t know what any of it really means. I just know that our friend is gone and it feels empty. Just like the house in my dream.
I rise before dawn and cry for help;
I hope in your words.
(Psalm 119:147 ESV)
The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases;
his mercies never come to an end;
they are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness.
~Lamentations 3:22-23 (ESV)