Well,
this has been a generally frustrating day for a person who isn't
exactly in the prime place to handle frustrations. They're not anything
anyone did on purpose but I had my heart set on seeing both of these
today...kind of as steps toward closure of the funeral process. First,
the Booneville paper is a weekly paper that only comes out on Thursday.
We went by the cemetery this morning and then
went to pick up a paper. We turned to the obits and immediately saw
our friend Betty Jo Downs' obituary who passed away the afternoon that
Lynda died in the morning. Lynda's obituary wasn't there. Then we went
to Pontotoc to look at monument options and were astounded by the
prices. The biggie, however was going by the funeral home to pick up
the video of the service and finding it had not been recorded. I am
heartsick. I so wanted Brother Gary's remarks and Bro Allen's songs.
There was some miscommunication and there's absolutely nothing that can
be done to change it. We were skyping with Kris and he has some audio
(poor quality) but it didn't record the video. No sense to dwell on it.
When I look at the big picture, all that matters is that
Lynda is no longer in pain AND she is with Jesus---literally with Jesus!
Looking at His face, feeling his arms around her, talking to Him! It
makes me so grateful to God for sending His only son and at the same
time, I am in awe that Jesus was willing to take my sins and those of
all believers to the cross. Because of this grace I can someday stand
before God as blameless and pure as Lynda is. When God looks at me He
will see Jesus who took my sins and because of this God will see me pure
and blameless as Jesus is. It's certainly not because I deserve it.
There is absolutely nothing that I have done or could do to earn my
ticket to heaven. My big brother Jesus made all of the travel
arrangements for me. He paid the price and He's got every detail ready
for me in heaven. He told me He was going to prepare a place for Lynda,
and for me and for all believers who have put their lives and trust
into Him as a personal savior. It just blows me away to think that when
I arrive in heaven and meet God, Jesus is going to be there to say
"This one's with me". I paid the price for her.
I adopted
Lynda when she was a little over three years old. If we belong to
Jesus, we are all adopted sons and daughters of our Heavenly Father.
Now this should blow your mind to think that the creator of the
universe, King of Kings is OUR Father and his son is our brother! We
have watched the future prince of England in awe of the wealth he will
inherit just by being born into the family of royalty. Well, guess
what? SO AM I. I am the daughter of the King and joint heirs with
Jesus. So is Lynda. So are you if you've allowed Jesus to save you by
grace by giving your life's control to Him and trusting Him to meet your
every need. You and I are adopted with a big brother willing to give
His life for us. That big brother carried Lynda into Paradise and when
the time comes, He will do the same for me. I hope my mansion is next
door to Lynda's. I'm sure hers will be the most beautiful on the block.
So when the frustrations of the day threaten to unravel my calm, I try
to think about the one who can provide the peace that is beyond all
understanding. When I worry about how much funerals and monuments cost
here on earth, I remember this is temporary. God's kingdom is forever
and Lynda is in her true "forever" home. The cost for that is already
paid for with blood and a cross. Tomorrow will probably be a better day
but regardless...Lynda is perfect and one day I will be too...all
because of Jesus.
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