Gone Home

I remember when I first left home and began a life on my own. Then days would come when I would return home to visit for a while, only to have to leave again. I didn't understand why my mother cried - maybe it was tears of joy. Years later, when we had kids of our own that had grown up and moved away it becam very clear. They would come home for a visit and and we would have such a good time together until the day came when they had to go home. We knew that we would see them again, and it probably wouldn't be too terribly long before we did. But, the idea of them leaving still just didn't sit well. I think it was just the joy that we had while we were together, that we could not experience while we were apart, that was difficult to live without. I remember that when we knew they would be coming, we would look at the clock and wonder just where they were in their travels and how much longer it would be until they arrived. Here is my point in all of this. I just recently received word of the passing away of one of our senior saints. She had been blessed with over 90 years here on this earth, but the last couple were not so great physically. She always had a wonderful smile on her face and truly enjoyed life. We will miss here greatly. But, the reality is that she has just gone home and we know that we will see her again, very soon. And, when we do see her, it will be in her new glorified body, without all of the aches and pains that she left behind. As much as she enjoyed life here, she is rejoicing even more in her new home with the Lord. Please pray for the family. She was ready to go. Are you?