In GriefShare we looked at verse 16 of the 139th Psalm, “Your eyes saw my unformed body; all the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be.” It’s a comfort and a question.
It makes me feel better about those who’ve passed already, though I’ll readily admit it still sucks. Too soon to those who lived, but it’s not like God misplaced Squiggles, not finding our unborn child until it was too late.
I still don’t know why, and that knowledge wouldn’t change what happened. I have found that the losses have enabled me and others to help others just starting their grief journeys. They’re coming in blind and we can help them. Helping them heal actually results in helping us heal.
My biggest fear is the death of another loved one. If it isn’t me next, it’s inevitably going to be someone else. It happens every year.
I wonder, who’s story is going to end next? My wife? A friend? Family? One of my friends in preparing for a funeral said that none of us was allowed to die.
Even God acknowledges death as an enemy.
The last enemy to be destroyed is death.
1 Corinthians 15:26
He will destroy it in the end.
Then death and Hades were thrown into the lake of fire. The lake of fire is the second death.
I don’t know if it’s literal fire, or the most painful concept John could come up with while inspired to write this.
The Book of You
I think, though, in the scope of books there is an entire book about me written in God’s foreknowledge from start to finish. There’s an entire book about you. But, I also appear in other books, in a sentence, a paragraph, or a chapter. Maybe it’s your book that I’m in. That’s part of our legacy.
There are chapters in my book that involve Casey, Christie, Bobby, Jaime, Daisy and John, Kee and Russ, and Nay, etc. Paragraphs and sentences with others, all together I couldn’t name them all, or I’d forget someone. The story continues and that makes me feel better.
When my book is closed, and the Book of Life is opened and my name is found in it (Revelation 20:15; 21:27), I’ll be in the New Jerusalem with God. My story will continue, a story without death, grief, crying, or pain. That will all be over with (Revelation 21:4).
How will your story continue?