It is almost as if time accelerates with truly profound awareness of death. With my trust firmly in the God of the Bible I find that this awareness does not cause me to become frantic. I do not find myself trying to live a hyper active existence. What I do become more convinced of is the necessity to slow down. Make decisions patiently. Let the circumstances and surroundings fade. Let the quiet sweep in.
It is wise to concentrate in earnest on what cannot be seen with eyes and calmly and confidently listen for the still small voice of the one who knows when, why ,who and how. The mover of hearts has all the power to work things together for good. It is not within my abilities to choose what is best and mercifully it is not my responsibility.
When a person dies the influence they have on the living is dramatically changed. It is the memory of the words they spoke and the life they lead that must now serve to guide the ones left behind for awhile. This is especially true of a parent who the Lord calls away while the children are still young. When this happens it is easy to begin to resent all that will be missed. The marriages that may occur in the absence, the birth of grandchildren the success and failures of life, everything that occurs on earth in the absence of the departed.
For those adopted into the kingdom of heaven there are no tears past death door. Truly grief is reserved for those who must wait to be reunited at the time of their death or when the Lord comes for them. It is a difficult and important experience to continue day to day without the care and guidance of a mother or father. It is vital to have already learned to rely wholly on the provider of parents the source of everything that sustains us in this life and the eternal.
People are dying all around you.
