Hanging on to the promises in my last two blog entries.
God is often closer than ever when we don’t necessarily see or feel Him. When the rains of circumstance come crashing in. When death sweeps in to remind us it’s as much a part of life as breathing, He’s still there. His hand has us covered.
Nothing…not even death can separate us from the unfathomable love of God through Jesus.
I question why, I search for possible answers to life’s toughest questions. I especially ask why my precious friend Laura had to suffer and then why she had to die so early. Forty seems too young to me for one to be taken into the arms of Jesus, torn from her son and husband so prematurely.
I ask… I get no clear answers, so I hang on to these promises.. one and two.
I imagine her swimming in heaven as we so recently pondered together. Laura loved the water, the lake, boating and such. I imagine her there, with Jesus, wading, happy, and free.
I know something beautiful will rise out of this, it must. God never does things without purpose. He is a God of great purpose and will and kingdom planning. He was glorified in Laura’s life. She brought Him glory in her dying, and maybe…
just maybe that’s enough.