I love being out here, in this shack, in the rain. Whenever I am feeling blue and missing her, I grab one of her old quilts and head back here.
I have my cell phone with me—though reception isn’t too good out here, and I don’t suppose the roof on this thing helps. But my daughter insists I keep it with me at all times. Why, I don’t know. Well, I have had a couple of heart attacks, but at my age, why would I call her if another one came?
I’ve been thinking lately, I’m tired of trying to stay out of Heaven. I have no doubt where I will go when I die. Die. There, I’ve said it. We are destined to die from the day of our birth.
Life is a gift—that’s why we cling to it so. God built us to hang on to life. Some do so out of fear. With no idea what comes after, I can’t blame anybody for dreading the end of life.
Okay, enough of that. I didn’t really come out here to think about dying. I am not afraid of it, but I’m also aware God intends us to live while we are living. Occupy until He comes, He said as it is recorded in Dr. Luke’s gospel. I guess Dr. Luke understood mortality more than most of us do. Perhaps that’s the reason why He recorded Jesus saying it.
Occupy, yes, but what do I do now? The kids are grown, the job has ended, and my beloved wife has gone on. It’s tempting to think I should just sit in my recliner and finally read War and Peace.
I wonder if anyone has actually read War and Peace clear through, even when they had all the time in the world, as I do.
While I’m wondering, what do I mean when I pray, “Comfort those who mourn?” Do I really need to instruct God to do what He said He WILL do? When I know WHO he is! He IS the Comforter. How could He not comfort those who mourn?
I wonder…should I comfort those who mourn?
Am I being presumptuous?
I mean, nobody much comforted me when she died. Guess they figured it was time—she was old enough—the rest of us should move on.
Who am I to comfort someone else?
Still, when my cousin Ruth sent over my favorite scalloped potatoes and a few Bible verses, it meant a lot to me.
And my sister and her messy sheet cake. She’s a terrible baker, but I loved it when she came over.
I wonder, is there sweeter music anywhere than rain on a tin roof? I don’t think so.
One of these days I’ll bring writing paper and pen out here and write notes to people whose loved ones have died lately. One of these days…
But for now I feel myself drifting off.
Remembering a verse…a song…”Come let us know, let us press on to know the Lord. His going forth is as certain as the dawn. And He will come! He will come to us like the rain, like the spring rain watering the earth.” Hosea 6:3
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