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.

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.