Death is never expected. Never welcome, never invited.
One week, you’re purchasing Christmas presents for someone who is alive and well- the next, you’re unwrapping presents that were never opened.
My grandma passed away today. She was almost 91 and lived a long, full life. She was a free spirit with lots of love in her heart.
It was strange holding her unopened Christmas gifts in my hands today- her fuzzy white jacket and her warm socks.
I held them in my hands before when she was alive and well, when my mom and I imagined how much she would love them. But now I was holding them in my hands without her.
It’s funny how you can never see what life is going to bring. We assume that hours, days, weeks, and months from now, things will be the same as they are in the present moment. But they won’t.
We never know what will happen to us or our family members. I guess that’s why they say you should live every moment like it’s your last.
I am thankful for a Lord who has saved us from death’s sting, and I’m thankful for a grandmother who put her trust in the Lord.
Grandma, I hope you’re flying high right now- soaring amongst colors unseen to the earthly eye, beaming in the light of our Savior.
We miss you. We love you.
“But those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.”