Only two hours to go until middle son arrives home. He hasn’t
been home for a year, though I did see him in California in November.
Excitement is palpable. The room has been washed down. The bed
has been made up fresh. Carpets hovered. Drawers emptied in preparation for his
arrival. Food bought in.
Jesus said he was going ahead of us to prepare a room for
us.
That’s something to hang on to at the end of life. While it is so sad to
leave behind those we have loved, the excitement of knowing that in heaven,
Jesus is busy washing down your room, making a bed up fresh and getting in food
for a feast is just amazing.
A golden lining to that very black cloud.
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