Life is Fleeting

Yesterday, late at night, our dear Grandpa passed away.

As I sit here, pondering death, I think of how life goes by so quickly. Sometimes it seems as though life will go on forever and ever, but it doesn't. Death will come at one point. But, death isn't the end. While here on earth, we must spend our time fighting the good fight, working to finish the race to the best of our ability. However, when we get to Heaven, we get a new body.

Sometimes, I think: God, we prayed that you would heal this person! Why didn't you heal them?

But, God did heal them! He took them home with Him! And in Heaven, we get a new body that no disease or sickness can corrupt! He may not have healed them in the way that we thought He was going to heal them, but in a different (even better) way.

It is so comforting, because, before, my Grandpa wasn't a Christian. He was so against God's Word, but at the very end, He made peace with God. Our God is so amazing! He gave my Grandpa a few more days, so that he could come to know the LORD, and he did.

We should spend our time here on earth wisely. Do not waste the few years of life that you have. Spend it glorifying God and giving Him praise. Life is but a vapor... here one day, gone the next.

~I have fought a good fight, I have finished my course, I have kept the faith:

Henceforth there is laid up for me a crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous judge, shall give me at that day: and not to me only, but unto all them also that love his appearing. ~2 Timothy 4:7-8

1. Be still, my soul; the Lord is on thy side;
Bear patiently the cross of grief or pain;
Leave to thy God to order and provide;
In every change He faithful will remain.
Be still, my soul; thy best, thy heavenly, Friend
Through thorny ways leads to a joyful end.

2. Be still, my soul; thy God doth undertake
To guide the future as He has the past.
Thy hope, thy confidence, let nothing shake;
All now mysterious shall be bright at last.
Be still, my soul; the waves and winds still know
His voice who ruled them while He dwelt below.

3. Be still, my soul, though dearest friends depart
And all is darkened in the vale of tears;
Then shalt thou better know His love, His heart,
Who comes to soothe thy sorrows and thy fears.
Be still, my soul; thy Jesus can repay
From His own fullness all He takes away.

4. Be still, my soul; the hour is hastening on
When we shall be forever with the Lord,
When disappointment, grief, and fear are gone,
Sorrow forgot, love's purest joys restored.
Be still, my soul; when change and tears are past,
All safe and blessed we shall meet at last.

In Christ,

Sisters 4