Missing my dad

Because of Jesus, death has lost its sting.

 

I'm missing my dad today. This is my first year for not having him here to send a card to, call him from another state, or celebrate Father's Day with him at home. I also found out a high school classmate died last night. Today my husband updates me on his mother's health condition.

 

Anger is the emotion I am feeling. No, I am not angry with God. Quite the opposite. I am angry at death.

 

Tears are burning down my cheeks and anger is burning in my chest when I think: This might be how Jesus feels about death. Maybe that is why Jesus left His heavenly home, lived a life, and exited the grave. The reason He took on my sin, slayed its hold on me, and gives me hope in death.

 

One day I will join Him.

 



One day Jesus is coming! Oh, glorious day.