On Christmas Eve.
A story written long ago.
John 10:10
The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy.
I came that they may have life and have it abundantly.
Life ever lasting.
Even in hard times.
Romans 14:11
It is written: “‘As surely as I live,’ says the Lord, ‘every knee will bow before me; every tongue will acknowledge God.'”
Digging deep.
John 14:2
My Father’s house has many rooms; if that were not so, would I have told you that I am going there to prepare a place for you?
My heart and soul ache for this family.
I don’t understand.
On this last day of 2015 we will gather together.
To celebrate this man’s life.
To mourn and grieve for the deep crushing ache.
But I do know, beyond a shadow of a doubt,
that we are held.
That the holy of holies came as a babe;
For us.
That we might live.
Because death will never, ever, ever have the final answer.
I Corinthians 15:54
When the perishable has been clothed with the imperishable, and the mortal with immortality, then the saying that is written will come true: “Death has been swallowed up in victory.””Where, O death, is your victory? Where, O death, is your sting?”
Natalie Grant
Held
This is what it means to be held
How it feels, when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive
This is what it is to be loved and to know
That the promise was that when everything fell
We’d be held
This hand is bitterness
We want to taste it and
Let the hatred numb our sorrows
The wise hand opens slowly
To lilies of the valley and tomorrow
This is what it means to be held
How it feels, when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive