We are burying my mom today. It is 01/28/2025. Why is it so hard to comprehend? Each of us live and each of us die. It is a gracious fact of life.
It feels however, like a horrible punch in the gut. My little mom placed in that big blue box and dropped into a hole in the ground.
It doesn’t feel like a gracious gift.
It is a gift, however. Her mind and her body were broken.
As she slipped out of this life and into the next, the King of all Kings was waiting, was watching. He knew everything about her.
He knew more about her than she knew about herself.
Did He have to remind her? Did He have to introduce Himself?
No.
She knew.
She knew as she was known.
My beautiful little mother became who she was created to be.
This day is a day to celebrate Helen’s life which just started on the other side of Glory.
Death looks different on the other side. It is the release from the hostilities of our Broken World.
This gift is given by God because He did not want us to live forever in this Hostile Broken Place.
It is difficult for those of us left here. How do we accept, or comprehend it? How do we go on without the light she provided?
We will go on in a darker place, asking, and desperately seeking; Light.
(Genesis 3:22)
