When the perishable has been clothed with the imperishable, and the mortal
with immortality, then the saying that is written will come true:
"Where, O death, is your victory? Where, O death, is your sting?"
being Mom and Grandma and Great Grandma...
Wife, Sister, Friend...
Teacher. She taught hard work, fun, practicality, faithfulness, giving your best, and loving in a big way.
And her final lesson... how to let go. How to go Home.
She is now cloaked in her perfect immortal body. I imagine her opening her once cloudy eyes to the crystal clear scene of Jesus before her...Him wrapping his arms around her small frame and whispering "Well done, my good and faithful daughter" in her ear. "I've prepared a place for you", he says.
I imagine her standing straight and tall without a single ache or pain...her steps strong and confident...once again the quick and confident stride of her youth. A glow in her cheeks and smooth heathy teeth glistening in her smile as she sees "Daddy" after so many years apart. A long wait for her....only a moment for him. A knowing look must have passed between them in that first meeting. Amazing Grace, indeed!
The sting of death is no more for my wonderful Grandma Ruth Stroshane. For me though, the sting seems to have settled right into the center of my chest. I miss my Grandma already.