Welcome home. The day of his last breath my daddy heard these words and ran quickly into the loving arms of Jesus. I believe this deep in my soul. I believe we have an almighty savior that loves with a fierce and jealous love. A love that could not bear the thought of being separated from us… the ones He created in His own image, the ones he sings over and delights in. He could not. Bear. It.
And because of this He took that nail. He hung on a tree. He died so that I… that you… may be set free. So that we may be forgiven the debt of sin. That we may live for all eternity with Him. Free of all the heartache of this fallen world. Free of sickness and pain. Free of tears. Free of death. Eternal. Forever. I. Believe. This.
My daddy believed this.
And in the midst of the chaos, of my breaking, the earth breaking, the shift of my world. I know. I inherently know. And even though it appears on the surface, this crisis of faith, there is a bond. A promise. One that will never be broken. Because God never. Never breaks His promise.
And with the promise of Him is going to prepare a place for me, for my daddy, for you… He also promises to never leave. This gives hope. And I know I am not permanently broken. I know that this breaking is to shape me, mold me, draw me nearer to Him. I just need to find my way.
God, are you there?
I am right here.
When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; And through the rivers, they shall not overflow you. When you walk through the fire, you shall not be burned, Nor shall the flame scorch you.
I am joining the mob over at Lisa Jo’s for Five Minute Friday… Want to join in just click the button below, then start writing for five minutes on the word welcome. Five minutes. No editing. No proof reading. Writing free. Do it. You will love it.