This World Is Not My Home

After doing twelve or more funerals in the past nineteen months, it has become clear to me that I (we) are not made for death.  The distance between a soul that has gone to be with the Lord and the body that remains at rest until He reunites them is where my grief lies.  That gulf is heartbreaking.  Standing with Sharlene Smith at Wes' gravesite sobered me to the fact that my journey has only just begun.  I feel old and am falling apart, but the truth is I haven't even started really living yet.  Life for me is defined more clearly by eternity and not by the temporal.  remember we have a home where we are welcome.  That truth helps ease the sadness of arms that are empty while hearts are still full.  Continue to pray for Wes Smith's family and for those who work to find a cure for ALS.  Tell somebody you love them and remind them we are not home yet.