This is what angels' tears look like when they are blown in from the West Coast.
I am overwhelmed. I am overwhelmed not simply by the loss of a gift, a Godly individual who lived among us in grace, but by the unity and support of friends the world over. Friends that do not know my family, friends that do not know Daphne; friends flowing from the woodwork. I am overwhelmed by worship services and prayer vigils and offerings and Facebook posts imbibed with an outpouring of love for one young woman many miles and mutual friendships away. Overwhelmed by hugs and texts and words of encouragement that are more than hugs and texts and words.
They are love.
He is love.
And He eagerly awaits the day we all come home.
How long must I wrestle with my thoughts? (Ps. 13:2) Why are you downcast, O my soul? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise Him, my Savior and my God. (Ps. 42:11)
I will exalt You.
I struggle and search to find words, but find the most comfort in words shared by others.
Daphne is one more strong reason to be ticked off at sin and claim the promise of Jesus. "Don't let your heart be troubled... of course I will return for you."
What a day that will be, when my Jesus I shall see. . . We'll see you there Daphne along with all the others who have left us. Looking forward to that day.
I can't help but smile thinking about Daphne waking up from her sleep and seeing JESUS smiling - probably even laughing - out of joy, reaching His hands down to pick her up and take her to heaven where she'll be healthy and with her family for all eternity! We'll see her again soon.
Sleep tight, dear Daphne, 'til Jesus wakes you up again.
No more cancer.
No more tears.
No more sickness. (Rev. 21:4)
Unbelievable.
Unbelievable, but beautifully true.
Unbelievable, but beautifully true.
Eagerly awaiting my Prince.
I'm so sorry for your loss, but so happy for your hope!
ReplyDeleteEven so, come, Lord Jesus.