Reblogging a post from a blogger I have recently begun to follow – it was so encouraging and I pray it blesses you too. These two paragraphs especially spoke to me:
Before we answer, we must acknowledge that we will never understand either one of these competing realities fully. Both are fully true, there is great evil, and there is a great God. And at the same time both are fully beyond our understanding. Questions like, “where does evil come from?” or “what is God’s specific purpose in this suffering?” may be unanswerable. We may never understand all of the reasons behind all of life’s pain.
But here’s what we can know: God will prevail over evil. God’s great faithfulness, his steadfast love and compassion, his new morningmercies, will never come to an end. They are unstoppable. Today’s great terrors cannot prevent tomorrow’s great mercy from our God. God’s life will always have the last word over death. God’s love will always cast out fear. God’s grace will always forgive our sins.
Here is a link to the remainder of the post:
“To live is Christ” means that now this mercy, this life, this hope, lives in us. Christ’s life in us is the great faithfulness of God. Christ’s indwelling love is the mercy we receive afresh each day.
There are times when we don’t realize that the blue thread of Heaven has been joining our lives with others until many years later. It’s only in the pausing and looking back that we can see the shining of Heaven as God’s Holy Spirit gives us a small glimpse of His presence among us. Such was the case with my dear friend and her English Nana.
We became Mom-friends as we walked our young kids to school every day. But we became heart-friends as we shared the struggles we each were facing. She wasn’t used to someone like me who brought the Lord into all of my moments. I wasn’t used to someone like her who loved me so unconditionally.
And when her British Nana came to visit, we all shared our love for tea together, lingering long while the cream swirled in our cups. Her Nana rejoiced to find another Jesus follower who loved the old hymns. We chattered and reminisced as the rest of the family sat silently by.
Nana’s health tottered precariously during her next visit, and hospice services were called into their home. I hoped I wasn’t overstepping my bounds as I felt an urgency to write out the lyrics to our favorite hymn and carried it with me to visit her.
Her eyes fluttered open when I said I had brought a hymn to share. “Will you sing it to me?” she quietly asked. As the tune came weakly through my tears, I witnessed a hush come over my spirit. The veil between the now and the not yet was swept away for those moments, and I felt Heaven was so much nearer than I had ever realized.
Nana stepped across that veil not long afterwards, and it was only a few months later that I was facing that same crossing with my own father. Nana’s passing had prepared me for glimpsing Heaven with my Dad.
But it wasn’t until I recently paused and heard the sweet words of my dear friend, that I glimpsed the thread of Heaven that had woven us all together in Christ. My friend shared how my words had pointed her to look up and find how deeply Jesus loved her. And I shared with her how her friendship had come at a time in my life when I desperately needed to be reminded of Heaven’s deep gift of loving.
And woven throughout was the love of a Nana who rejoiced to share her favorite hymn with those she loved:
BLESSED ASSURANCE by Fanny Crosby
“Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine Oh, what a foretaste of glory divine Heir of salvation, purchase of God Born of His spirit, washed in His blood.
Perfect submission, all is at rest I in my Savior, am happy and blessed Watching and waiting, looking above Filled with His goodness, lost in His love.
This is my story, this is my song Praising my Savior all the day long This is my story, this is my song Praising my Savior all the day long”