Life and Death

Loss is really tough. I think it’s the hardest expected thing ever. What I mean by that is the fact that we all know we will die at some point. We all know that everyone will die eventually. But it still doesn’t really soften the blow when it happens.

And when it happens we always wonder how it could’ve been easier to deal with. When my grandfather passed I wasn’t expecting it. The thought of him dying never crossed my mind. And I felt like if I had time to prepare for it, it would’ve been easier. Well, years later my grandmother passed and it was just as hard. And her sickness did come out of nowhere, but I could see how sick she was for weeks. I had time to “prepare” and it still wasn’t easy.

My grandparents were great people, godly people. And what has helped me get through their deaths is knowing the lives they lived, and the role God played in their lives. What I had to do was pray that God would help me to praise Him for the life that was instead of “cursing” Him for the life that is no more.

Take nothing for granted and value the time you have with people right now. I pray, let us not take anyone or anything for granted, because if the Lord doesn’t, why should we? And we have to understand that part of living is dying.

After my grandmother passed I found this scripture. I’ve read Isaiah many times, but this was the first time this scripture stood out to me. Isn’t it great that God always sends us what we need exactly when we need it? That, is no coincidence.

Isaiah 57:1-2 New Living Translation (NLT)

57 Good people pass away;
the godly often die before their time.
But no one seems to care or wonder why.
No one seems to understand
that God is protecting them from the evil to come.
2 For those who follow godly paths
will rest in peace when they die.

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3 responses to “Life and Death

  1. I lost my oldest brother at the age of 37 when I was 20. I never dealt with it until I attended a group counseling for divorced women the first semester I went to college. Found I had no emotional issues from the divorce but a lot of issues surrounding death. My father was terminally ill by then. After a semester worth of individual counselling by a wonderful woman I began to actually go through the stages of mourning for my brother and for my dad. By the time my dad passed away when I was 25 and 6 months pregnant with my first I had come to a point of acceptance and the last time I saw him I knew in my heart that it would be the last. Since then as I age more and more people I love go on to meet the Lord. I have hope that eventually I will join them. I talk about my own mortality more now that I am approaching the ages that my own parents died. My daughter doesn’t like it much but I want her to get used to the idea that I won’t forever on this plane of existence.

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