14 For we believe that Jesus died and rose again, and so we believe that God will bring with Jesus those who have fallen asleep in him.
15 According to the Lord’s word, we tell you that we who are still alive, who are left until the coming of the Lord, will certainly not precede those who have fallen asleep.
16 For the Lord himself will come down from heaven, with a loud command, with the voice of the archangel and with the trumpet call of God, and the dead in Christ will rise first.
17 After that, we who are still alive and are left will be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air. And so we will be with the Lord forever.
18 Therefore encourage one another with these words.” (1 Thessalonians 4)
These words brought comfort and also brought tears...a good thing. Tears because I was reminded that I truly do get to see him again. Then I was a bit distressed wondering how I would find him in the crowd. But the tears are good. I'm afraid I have a tendency to be strong, cool, collected (and I need to be those things for several reasons) and in the midst forget to cry when I remember my terrible loss.
I described to a friend that I think I have this little cabinet in which I store the finality of this death, this so-permanent loss of my sweetheart. I don't open that cabinet very often...and when I do, it's a micro-peek and then I slam it shut. Still trying to process it all, I guess.
And the LORD is my portion and my inheritance. The LORD Himself walks with me. Floyd was an awesome husband, far better than I deserved; his influences changed my life, my walk with God, my respect for God's Word...a thousand changes for the good. And I'm grateful beyond words for those years.
But the LORD is my portion...and He's better. And what a blessing it is to have this opportunity and motivation to my lazy, oft-distracted soul to know Him better.
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