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| The Lamentation by Pulzone (photo credit: Wikimedia Commons). |
An acquaintance of mine died last week.
I said a prayer for her when I heard the news, and then I whispered, “Pat, rest in peace. You have finished your work, completed your journey.”
I think about that journey a lot. My friend didn’t make it to the three score and ten mentioned in the Bible. We just never know.
There is something uniquely precious about living in our imperfect world. It is only an instant in even the longest of lives. What are a 100 years compared to eternity? Yet, we have only this breath, this heartbeat of time in which to determine our eternal destination, and to labor for God’s Glory.
I, who do not relish suffering, still value it and this amazing moment in my existence when it actually costs me to offer something precious to God.
It is quite thrilling to be among the Church Militant, marching through the battlefield of life, buffeted by the blows of pain, loneliness, rejection, grief and a thousand other sufferings which we encounter on our journey.
I think how tenderly Jesus watches over us as we bear our wounds for love of Him. His eyes never leave us and His Heart almost breaks with compassion. Yet, when we are brave, and offer up as best we can these trials, surely He is so pleased, so very proud of us.
Read the rest at Patricia's blog I Want to See God.
