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Today I received a phone call. A phone call I had been anticipating the past few days. A call that would send my thoughts and emotions off in different directions.
That call came this morning at 8 a.m. -- Mr. Bill, the father of a childhood friend passed away.
I have felt sadness because I know how much my friend's family is hurting. I feel their pain -- not as deeply, but I still feel it.
I feel helpless because I know that there are no words or covered dish that ease their sorrow. I want to do something, but I know the only thing I can do is to pray for them and to be a shoulder for them for cry on.
I am trusting that God is close to them and will provide my friend's family with the strength and comfort to face the coming days.
I am thankful to have known Mr. Bill -- a humble Christian man, full of integrity, a strong work ethic, who loved his family, church and community and was willing to serve them. A man who helped with our youth group and was willing to invest in my life and the lives of others.
I am rejoicing because this morning Mr. Bill saw Jesus for the first time face to face in heaven. How awesome is that?
And to be honest, that makes me a little jealous because I want to see Jesus too! But it's not my turn yet. God isn't finished with me here just yet.
I have been reminded how short our time on this earth is and that each moment is precious. Time is a commodity, and I've been convicted to use it wisely by investing in the lives of others.
So in the days to come, I'll be there for Mr. Bill's family, faithfully do the work God has given me while keeping my eyes on heaven.