Life and Death

This week has been rough and sweet.  The week started off well with an afternoon of laziness with my beautiful daughter, Ady and good friend, Teri.  We enjoyed just hanging out and not having a care in the world.  This changed quickly as I went back to work on Tuesday.  Without going into detail, a friend passed on to be with the Lord.  There are many other circumstances surrounding this story that I am intentionally leaving out, but understand that this was very difficult for me.  After a day of being numb and on autopilot to simply get things done, the Lord provided a sweet and emotional moment right before bed.  As I was praying, I was led to read the two blogs that I follow (both of whom have premature babies in the NICU and have lost other babies from the same pregnancy), mareandreid.blogspot.com and bryanandrobynadams.blogspot.com.  Finally, after a day of pent up emotion while reading the day’s thoughts and journey’s of these other two women, I was able to let the flood gates open.  I cried and cried....I think I even scared Michael a little (LOL).  What healing crying can bring. 

All week I have been thinking of the circumstances surrounding Tuesday and have been thinking about how glorious it is that when we die as Christians, we are ushered into God's presence....the real thing, not some ethereal heaven place, but actually to be with our LORD.  What a sweet and POWERFUL thing that is.  As I continue to read the above mentioned blogs and ponder over this week, Brook Frasier's song C.S. Lewis Song encourages me to know that life after death is abundant life, life now is meant to be lived, and all the while God is in control.

Enjoy the lyrics...

If I find in myself desires nothing in this world can satisfy,
I can only conclude that I was not made for here
If the flesh that I fight is at best only light and momentary,
then of course I'll feel nude when to where I'm destined I'm compared

[CHORUS:]
Speak to me in the light of the dawn
Mercy comes with the morning
I will sigh and with all creation groan as I wait for hope to come for me

Am I lost or just less found? On the straight or on the roundabout of the wrong way?
is this a soul that stirs in me, is it breaking free, wanting to come alive?
Cos my comfort would prefer for me to be numb
And avoid the impending birth of who I was born to become

[BRIDGE:]
For we, we are not long here
Our time is but a breath, so we better breathe it
And I, I was made to live, I was made to love, I was made to know you
Hope is coming for me
Hope, He's coming