Savior and friend,
How wonderful art Thou!
My companion upon the changeful way,
The comforter of its weariness,
My guide to the eternal town,
The welcome at its gate.
Well, last night my uncle Bob was welcomed into the eternal town after a hard struggle with leukemia. That Celtic prayer says everything I love about God and his presence with us, even in death. I love to think of the heart and soul of my uncle as being companioned, tenderly held through the last days of his life, shepherded into the goodness, the long-hoped for grace of heaven. It’s been said many times, but he really is at peace… in peace… peace has remade and renewed him and I am so glad for the surety of that grace.
We leave tomorrow morning at five to drive down to Texas for the funeral. My heart hurts for my cousins. Would you all pray for Brax, Rob and Meredith as they mourn their dad? Thanks. Grace to you all.
A verse I’m packing for the road:
The steps of a man are established by the Lord,
And he delights in his way.
When he falls, he will not be hurled headlong
Because the Lord is the one who holds his hand.
I have been young, and now I am old,
But I have never (never, never!) seen the righteous forsaken…