Precious Time On Earth
A few weeks ago, my sweet grandmother went to be with the Lord. I know that most everyone reading this blog has lost someone dear to them, so I don't need to go in depth describing all my sentiments; besides, some emotions and experiences are too deep and personal for me to want to share them via a blog post. But what I do want to share is still personal, and it is about how the death of someone dear has understandably and drastically increased my awareness of my own carnality. It upsets my balance to think of how a person can be on this earth for 87 years, and then, in one moment, one single, tiny moment, their life here is gone. Gone from this earth. Such finality. I think that for me, finality is the saddest aspect of death, because I am used to my relationship with Christ in which I am keenly aware that God forgives mistakes, that He restores, that He renews, that He breathes true life into my very being. So, while my grandmother is in the presence of God and missing me not...
