“But in keeping with his promise we are looking forward to a new heaven and a new earth, the home of righteousness.”
2 Peter 3:13
I was asked late yesterday to help serve a meal after a funeral that took place at our church this morning. It was no problem and I told our church hostess I would be there.
As I helped prepare the meal this morning and was able to hear some of the service, I really struggled with sadness. I told one of the older ladies: “Miss Flo- you know how I know I am still young?” She asked why. “Because funerals still really shake me up.” I thought another moment and said “I guess I just still- in some sense- view myself as immortal.” She just laughed. When I am her age, I will probably understand why she laughed. All jokes aside, however, I was really shaken up.
15 minutes or so later I was off to drop Sammy off at speech therapy. On the way back to the church, the most fitting song found its way to my ears via the iPod. It’s called “The Best is Yet to Come” and I think God knew I needed to hear it. The artist sang:
The race is long, sometimes I stumble
He helps me up each time I fall
When I lose hope he gives me courage
So I’ll press on and give my all
’cause I know I never have to run alone
and I can hardly wait to make it home
The best is yet to come
The promise of heaven awaits
I’ll finally see my Lord and Savior face to face
For He has set me free
For all eternity
When my life on earth is done
The best is yet to come
In every joy In every trial
I need to keep my eyes on him
He is the way My sole provider
No matter how the road may bend
When earthly treasures cloud my point of view
He reminds me that I’m only passing through
The best is yet to come
The promise of heaven awaits
I’ll finally see my Lord and Savior face to face
For He has set me free
For all eternity
When my life on earth is done
The best is yet to come
Nothing can compare with what’s in store
When we join with the angels singing
Holy is the Lord
I needed that song this morning. I was able to draw the perfect comparison while I drove across town back to church this morning. When I find myself on a vacation or an overnight trip, I am so excited to go. Though the trip may be an absolute blast, I am always ready to come home. I suppose you could say I am usually “itching” to do so. Though the time away from home is fun, it’s not home. And the same rings true here. The hurt I felt today- over sin and death- is just what God is using to help me “itch” for home. I consistently find myself amazed by those who are close to death. In most cases they will usually say “I’m ready.” I am always blown away by such bold statements because I’m not ready. I still like the world. I like my “things.” Today, however, as I spent a few minutes in the car mourning and weeping for sin and death we will always know this side of heaven, I believe God took me one step closer to one day being able to boldly and confidently- with anticipation and delight- exclaim that I am ready.










