Oh the weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning. The Bible tells us in Psalm 90:10, "Our days may come to seventy years, or eighty, if our strength endures; yet the best of them are but trouble and sorrow, for they quickly pass, and we fly away."
This weekend I was reminded of how fragile our lives really are. When one encounters death, be it through a friend or family member, we are reminded of our own immortality.
Often times, we are so wrapped up in the moments of grief, our focus is limited. Yet when the shades of darkness slowly slip away, we see the reality for what it is. Death greets every one of us. As we age, we see more of our friends and family pass away.
Gone on before us, they are preparing a way. We know there are mansions being built for us for the eternal life that we will one day enjoy, yet at the same time, we grieve over our losses.
Here on earth, there is only once chance to get it right and we are left to pick up the pieces after a loved one dies.
We are left with the broken memories and shattered dreams. We are left alone, sometimes feeling abandoned.
Life altering moments come upon us and we are never the same again. Death creeps into a person's life sometimes slowly, other times with a charge. When we encounter it, we have no other choice but to face it.
I know of people who have passed away at 16 years-old and 93 years-old. Babies who have died and grandparents who have lived a long life before they passed. It is never easy, never easy.
In the coming weeks, we will be celebrating Easter Sunday. Our promise of the resurrection and life hereafter.
Oh what joy, we can experience in the knowledge our loved one is with Jesus. For the days of weeping will soon end and we will see Him face to face.
For those who read this message today and have recently lost someone, may you find peace in your heart, love in your spirit, and joy in your soul.
For weeping may only last but a night, but the joy, oh the joy, will return in the morning.
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