A Sad But Joyful Day

I just went to a funeral; my first funeral. The funeral was for the greatest lady I have ever known. She was remarkable in nearly every way possible, and her faith in Christ was stronger than I've ever seen in anyone: I am convinced that it was at least as large as a mustard seed. I loved this lady. The longer she is gone, the more I realize it. She was a mentor and a friend to me.

The funeral was very hard for me. I don't know how many times I nearly burst into tears, yet several did escape down my cheek. With each day that passes I miss her more. I feel that things were cut short; I didn't get to say goodbye, and I have a few regrets. It was a beautiful funeral. As she said before she died it was "about God, not about me". Even in death her testimony of Christ rings out. There were so many people that were there to rejoice in her life, both past and the new life she enjoys with God in Heaven, her Adonai Jehovah, now. She touched the lives of so many, of everyone who ever new her. There were many songs sung and scriptures read. Many words and deeds pointing to her Savior. Sorrow is deep and loneliness cuts hard, but there is a joy that's deeper. I miss her very much, and even though I wish she was not gone, I would not for a moment desire to call her back from where she is now. She is pain, sin, disease, and sorrow- free, dancing and singing in worship and joy before her Heavenly Father and King. I miss her, but I rejoice with her, and I know, though it may be a long while before I do, I will see her again, and when I do it will be as though no time had passed at all.