The last time I saw my Grandma was over the holidays. She gave me directions to the library to return books for her. As I said goodbye, I knew it was likely I would not see her again. But I had no idea that the woman handing me her books was just weeks from death.
It was quick. But for my parents who sat with her day by day, hour by hour and minute by minute, it was long. And as I've sat 1500 miles away and prayed for my Grandmother over these last weeks my mind has returned over and over to this idea:
Death is a lot like childbirth.
Both are painful, unpredictable and hard. Some are quick, others the pains of labor are much longer. But also like childbirth, the labor is necessary for the passage into a new life. I've prayed for a quick labor for my Grandmother, for her birth into the eternal world.
And that birth is definitely worthy of celebration.
This morning, she is waking in Heaven. There is no doubt in my mind and I am truly happy for her.
Psalm 23:4 Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me. (NIV)
1 Corinthians 15:54-57 Then, when our dying bodies have been transformed into bodies that will never die, this Scripture will be fulfilled: “Death is swallowed up in victory. O death, where is your victory? O death, where is your sting?” For sin is the sting that results in death, and the law gives sin its power. But thank God! He gives us victory over sin and death through our Lord Jesus Christ. (NLT)
This is a Tuesday's Unwrapped post.