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In 1995 both of my darling parents went to be with their Lord.  Within ten weeks of one another.  After Fifty Six wonderful years of Marriage.  It was one of the saddest years of my life. I miss them both so very much.  I don't think you ever really get over the loss of your parents.  I am, however, greatly comforted by the fact that they had both asked the Lord Jesus to be Lord of their lives some years before He took them home. I know that they are together now in God's wonderful Heaven and that one day I shall see them again.  I know also that they will never have pain or suffering again.. 

In the Bible, in John 5:24 Jesus said, " I tell you the truth, whoever hears my word and believes him who sent me has eternal life and will not be condemned; he has crossed over from death to life."

WHAT IS DYING?

A ship sails and I stand watching till she fades
on the horizon, and someone at my side says,
"She is gone".  Gone where?  Gone from my sight,
that is all, she is just as large as when I saw her...
The diminished size and total loss of sight is in me,
not in her, and just at that moment when someone
at my side says "She is gone", there are others
who are watching her coming, and other voices
take up the glad shout.  "There she comes!"...
and that is dying.
Bishop Brent.


 

Charles Spurgeon wrote the following words.  I find them comforting and uplifting.

"That through death He might destroy him that
had the power of death." - Hebrews 2:14
             O child of God, death hath lost its sting, because
            the devil's power over it is destroyed.

Then cease to fear dyimg. Ask grace from God the
Holy Ghost, that by an intimate knowledge and
a firm belief of thy Redeemer's death, thou
mayst be strengthened for that dread hour.

Living near the cross of Calvary thou mayst
think of death with pleasure, and welcome it
when it comes with intense delight. It is sweet to die in the Lord; it is a covenant-blessing to sleep in Jesus. 

Death is no longer banishment, it is a return from 
exile, a going home to the many mansions where
the loved ones already dwell.
 

The distance between glorified spirits in heaven and militant saints on earth seems great; but is is not so.
We are not far from home.  A moment will bring
us there.

The sail is spread; the soul is launched upon the deep.
How long will be its voyage?  How many wearying
winds must beat upon the sail ere it shall be reefed in
the port of peace? 

How long shall that soul be tossed upon the waves before it comes to that sea which knows no storm?  Listen to the answer, "Absent from the body, present with the Lord." 

Your ship has just departed, but it is already at its haven.  It did but spread its sail and it was there.  Like that ship of old, upon the Lake of Galilee, a storm had tossed it, but Jesus said, "Peace be still," and immediately it came to land.

        Think not that a long period intervenes between the instant of death and the eternity of glory.  When the eyes
close on earth they open in heaven.  The horses of fire are not an instant on the road. 

Then, O child of God, what is there for thee to fear in death, seeing that through the death of thy Lord its curse and sting are destroyed? And now it is but a Jacob's ladder whose foot is in the dark, but its top reaches to glory everlasting.


 

GOD'S GARDEN

God looked around His garden 
And found an empty place.
He then looked down upon the earth
And saw your tired face.
He put His arms around you
And lifted you to rest.
God's garden must be beautiful,
He only takes the best.

He knew you were suffering,
He knew you were in pain,
He knew you would never get
Well  on earth again.
He saw the road getting rough
And the hills were hard to climb,
So He closed your weary eyelids,
And whispered, "Peace is thine."

It broke our hearts to lose you,
But you didn't go alone,
For part of us went with you
The day God took you home.
Though the smiles are gone forever
And your hands we cannot touch,
We will always have sweet memories,
Of the ones we loved so much.
Author unknown
 


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