Things change over time.
People do too.
Some things, though, are as certain as the rising of the sun.
We can change the topic, look the other way, or live in denial;
but it doesn’t change the fact that one day we will each face death.
Some will have months to ponder it while others will face it in the blink of an eye.
Tim and I have experienced both as parents.
We have experienced the heart-wrenching horror of waking to find that while we slept our daughter slipped away.
In one night, our life was changed forever.
A closet full of frilly dresses and bonnets became a painful reminder of what we once held in our arms.
It took years to recover from this heartache.
We have also experienced the agony of watching cancer destroy our youngest son’s body.
Falling to sleep every night not knowing what tomorrow would hold became the new normal at our home for months, and we held on to each other as much as we held on to God.
I’ll never be able to say which death was worse.
I’ll never be able to put into words how grief is different in both cases, but I can say this with all the certainty of my mind and soul.
I would be in bed every single day if it weren’t for Jesus.
I would give up on life.
I would quit.
I would choose anger and bitterness and self-pity if it weren’t for that moment in history when Jesus did something no one else has ever been able to do.
He rolled the stone away and conquered death once and for all.
He claimed victory over the grave and promised more.
He took away the sting and brought Hope……………Hope that does not disappoint.
So if you’re wondering why Jesus matters and why I believe there is power in His name,
this is why.
Yes, He took on the sins of all mankind and I am thankful.
But for me, a grieving mom, He did so much more.
He gave me a reason to keep smiling.
He gave me a reason to keep pressing on.
His resurrection makes every day of my life still matter even when my heart aches.
He is the way, the truth, and the LIFE.
And I am thankful every single day.