For everything there is a season,
and a time for every purpose under heaven:
a time to be born, and a time to die.
The past two weeks have been really hard for Jim and me. We lost our precious Rudy, lovingly called The Roo. Rudy was a huge part of our lives for many many years. For me…what I miss most is having him snuggled beside me this chair during our morning quiet time. We both loved this part of our day. The stillness of early morning…just the 3 of us. Thank you God.
As I look back, I realize I have had very little experience with death. Losing someone, or anything God created, having life and breath in its lungs. Life is eternal, yet life on earth is short. Just a wisp, or moment, the Bible tells us.
a time to weep, and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn and a time to dance
So I remember what I know. By the grace of God I have the hope of Heaven! Faith and hope in a huge God who takes my ash heap of sorrow and makes all things beautiful in its time. Rudy and I learned this in our quiet time together. And together, for almost 15 years we stand on His Word.
All flesh is like grass and all its glory like the flower of grass.
The grass withers, and the flower falls,
but the word of the Lord remains forever.
So I cling to hope… Thankful that I can mourn with hope in a living God who cares deeply about every little thing that affects my life. Thank you God for The Roo!