Back at School, back to the daily higher educational grind. It's been a great year so far, and I have every reason to believe that this year will be an amazing year the entire way through. I'll probably write more and if you're lucky, maybe even post a few pictures. We'll see.
So it's apparently been over a month. I haven't written in a long time and I don't really want to dwell on the past events too much, not because I'm trying to forget them, but because I know that if I start, the words will spill out and I could fill pages.
I do miss my grandpa. Alot. But I am constantly reminded of God's goodness to me. During the month following his death, I was in what was probably the darkest spiritual valley I had ever been in my life. I had nothing in me. I felt so weak that I couldn't even begin to try and fight the thoughts that encroached my mind. I was so low. For at least a solid two weeks, the only prayer I could pray was "God, I can't do this. Don't leave me." I hurt so much, but through it all I never ever felt forsaken. I had absolutely no strength of my own, and the only thing that kept me going (even though it was a very weak going) was the promise I have in Christ that I will never be alone. Not now, not ever. It's beyond my comprehension the love of Christ, but God has made it known to me that I am His Child, and that it all I will ever need.
The loss of a loved one is something that is different for everyone. I'm not sure I'd use the term "over it" to explain where I am now. To me, saying that I'm over something seems as if I'm saying, I have basically forgotten. I will always miss my grandpa, and I do feel that my heart does have a piece missing that will be restored in heaven. I look forward to the future longingly and am continuously reassured that I do have a hope that keeps me going through the rough times. I'm really not sure what else I need besides that hope. Thanks be to God for his neverending covenant.
The funeral sermon text was this:
Revelation 7:9-12-
After this, I looked and there before me was a great multitude that no one could count, from every nation, tribe, people and language, standing before the hrong and in front of the Lamb. They were wearing white robes and were holding palm branches in their hands.
And they cried out in a loud voice: "Salvation belongs to our God, who sits on the throne, and to
the Lamb!" All the angels were standing around the throne and around the elders and the four living creatures.
They fell down on their faces before the throne and worshiped God, saying: "Amen! Praise and Glory and Wisdom and thanks and honor and power and strength be to our God for ever and ever. Amen!"
