On July 25, 14 years after my mother died on this date, we lost a daughter in-law to cancer, and a good friend, Cippy Gonzales, also died. They were both VIPs in my life as they would at times shed some sunshine on my path on a dark, rainy day. I know that it had been raining, but on Sunday, I was praying, crying, thinking of their smile, and their jokes, and I happened to stand below the skyline in my kitchen, when a giant drop of rain fell on my head. I took this as a sign they they were safe in our master’s arms.
A few weeks ago, I had an accident. A very good friend sent me a picture of Jesus with a message in the back. The message read as follows:
“I say to the fearful of the earth, and to the children who witness death and grieve for their loved ones, be assured that there is a heaven, and life continues beyond death. I am with even the sparrows that fall. As I rose from death, all rise from death into my presence. I am a God of love. You will never walk alone. Even as you walk through the valley of the shadow of death, you should fear no evil, for I will be with you every step of the way. Trust in my mercy and tell me how you feel. I’m always watching, and poised to answer your needs, and bring peace to your heart and life.”
It hurts to lose a loved one but we have to let them go. This world is not our real home. We are just passing through.