A blessed homecoming

“…The LORD gave and the LORD has taken away; may the name of the LORD be praised.” – Job 1:21

Almost three weeks ago now, on May 2nd, my grandmother went to be with the LORD. In His mercy, God chose to take her home quickly, rather than allow her to linger here and suffer further with the cancer she was fighting. 

At times, the hurt of her being gone is so sharp that it nearly takes my breath away; yet the peace God has graciously given to me is a comfort even as I struggle with her passing. Isn’t it an amazing thought to know that the bonds of sin are no longer upon her? No longer does she struggle with the fallen sin nature of man, for she has had the burden lifted from her and is residing in the presence of the Most High! What a blessed thought! She is no longer hurting…no longer in pain. No longer does she walk with a cane, or struggle to take even the smallest of breaths. As a child of God, she has truly gone on to a better place: a place God prepared for her long before she was even born.

“My Father’s house has many rooms; if that were not so, would I have told you that I am going there to prepare a place for you? And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am.” – John 14:2-3

We are so blessed to have had the unique opportunity for her to live with us over the past few months. It was such a blessing to be able to talk to her, have her be a part of our household, and really be able to interact with her on a day-to-day basis. That time has become a much-treasured memory to us as we begin the process of healing. God didn’t have to give us that time, yet in His providence, He planned it out and allowed us that extra-special blessing. What a mighty, gracious and merciful God we serve!

I miss my grandmother. Grandmommy was a wonderful grandmother and mother to us during her time here on earth. I know that I will treasure the special times we spent together and the many memories of adventures we shared! She always did have a knack for adventure. =]

I feel that I cannot say “Thank You” enough to all of the people who have reached out and prayed for and helped us during this rough season. It has been such a blessing to have so many folks reaching out to our family during this time of need! The prayers, phone calls, emails, flowers, cards and letters, childcare, meals, music, house cleaning, paperwork assistance and *so* many other things have truly blessed us. All of the extra help has lifted a great many burdens and responsibilities off of our shoulders as we have been working through this situation. What an amazing thing it has been to see the body of Christ truly seek to bear one another’s burdens! May we ever seek to serve others and be a blessing in their lives, especially in times of need. Thank you– y’all mean more to us than you will ever know. <3

“…Weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning.” – Psalm 30:5

Praise be to the LORD, who wrote every detail of our lives before we were even formed in our mother’s womb. I am so grateful He has truly orchestrated all things according to His plan and purpose, and that we can safely rest in Him.

“Know that the LORD is God. It is he who made us, and we are his; we are his people, the sheep of his pasture.” – Psalm 100:3

I want to close with the words to the hymn we sung at her funeral: It is Well with My Soul.

When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.

It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
My sin, not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!

It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live:
If Jordan above me shall roll,
No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life
Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.

It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

But, Lord, ’tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait,
The sky, not the grave, is our goal;
Oh, trump of the angel! Oh, voice of the Lord!
Blessed hope, blessed rest of my soul!

It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
Even so, it is well with my soul!

In Christ,

~Miss Courtney