A busy day and no time for writing really, but sad news has me wondering. And wondering wants writing.
One of our emcees passed away today.
A few short weeks ago, she found out she had terminal cancer. She's in her early forties. She loves Jesus and she lived a beautiful life.
And so we're thinking. And it just seems wrong.
Life is fragile.
A brief flicker of all the burning brilliance of human life flashes upon the canvas of time. And just that quickly is gone.
I'm 22. And it hasn't been that long. Even four times this lifespan seems too brief. How about just two?
And pages keep turning. And the sand in the hour glass pours down. And we're all being chased by the hands of time. And for a moment my heart is saddened. Forty seems far too early to have been caught. And so, so suddenly.
Life is a vapor.
But there is that lovely hope, so sure. When we are caught, we are caught not by emptiness or by life faded to black. We are caught by eternity, where we have always belonged. We are caught by the arms of the Father Who loves us so dearly. I cannot conceive of forever, but Amy is resting there this morning. And one day we will go to meet her.
What trembling is there for the Lord's beloved? Much pain for those who linger on in the world of sand and pages. And a longing for the light we knew in the one we love.
But for that light, only the melting into that eternal radiance, the very presence of God with unveiled face and unhindered soul.
"Love may be the end of us; but why, why should we fear?"
Love Himself is our eternal end. The wind of time blows on. And we can be moved by it, unafraid.
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