After a long battle with declining health, my father ran into the arms of Jesus this afternoon. It was a glorious day, indeed.
I am grateful to have been by his side. It was quick and painless. And while I will mourn his daily presence, I will forever be thankful that his future was secure before he took his last breath.
For there is no greater gift than the death and resurrection of Christ himself, for the forgiveness of our sins, and our continual sanctification.
So the tears that fall, fall for me. For him, there is only joy.
1 Corinthians 15:55-57 (ESV)
55 “O death, where is your victory?
O death, where is your sting?”
56 The sting of death is sin, and the power of sin is the law. 57 But thanks be to God, who gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.