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The Nine Year Separation

~ December 19 ~



The day of Brianna’s Memorial Service, a lady came up to us at the close and introduced herself.  I did not recognize her at first, but it dawned on me who she was after she mentioned her son. I expressed appreciation for her attendance. Her son was my best friend in elementary school, since we started in first grade together.


She expressed her condolences and reminded us that she lost her daughter at 18 back in 1979, due to leukemia. I had forgotten all about her loss, for her son and I were probably only in Junior High at the time.


It then struck me at the thought of all the pain and grief her mother, now embracing me in my pain had gone through for the last several decades since her loss. Though she had three younger sons, it was her only daughter she lost. It seemed incomprehensible to me, especially with the raw stinging grip of grief, so fresh that Mary and I were now experiencing, how anyone could survive years, let alone decades of this emotional aching torment.


Clearly, if it weren’t for the grace of God, I don’t think human beings could survive a loss of such magnitude. Man was not made to endure the ravaging effects of sin, unsupported by divine grace and mercy. Three things—First off, it was never intended for man to die, but worst, and secondly, in the reality of living in a sinful world, where everything eventually does die, it is not in the natural order of things for a father to bury his child, (parents their children) for any reason. Lastly, there is a proverb that goes like this, “hope deferred, makes the heart sick.” God knew all of these things when the Plan was entered into between the Father and the Son for the redemption of man.  Grace unlimited would need to surround the globe to sustain human beings during their probationary time on earth, for all the travesties of sin.


This is why the day sin entered our little world, the promise was made, bringing hope to the human family that deliverance would one day come. A Deliverer would one day be born cementing that ‘HOPE’ into reality. And though the end was not yet, it was determined in that Plan, that there must be time allotted for both the principles of good and evil to more fully develop in the human experience.  Once matured, the end would come. All the signs point to this last generation, when a burst of glory will once more illuminate the planet ripening both the chaff and the wheat, and respectively separating the one from the other. Everyone will make their decision at last, and then the end will come.


At that last Day, when the wheat will be gathered into the heavenly garner, then it will be that there is no more death. It will then be said, “O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?” (1 Corinthians 15:55).  We then will be reunited with our lost loved ones, never more to part.  What a day of rejoicing that will be.  Then all the unanswered trials of this life will be explained by He who knows all things and comforts us in our sorrows. 

Truly it will be fully realized, what now we can only take by faith~


“God never leads His children otherwise they would chose to be led, if they could see the end from the beginning and discern the glory of the purpose they are fulfilling as co-workers with Him.”


May all who have experienced loss of any type in this life be comforted with this blog. Hang on to the hope of the Life giver, trusting in Him for He shall surely bring it to pass.

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