The year is two-thirds over. During the last months, I have been tested in ways I never wanted to be. My heart aches, and it probably always will, as I contemplate going on without my precious sister. The only thing that keeps me going at times is that someday I can be reunited with her.
Isn't the Father's plan wonderful? That we can see those who have gone before again? I rejoice in that, even when the tears come, as they so often do these days. So, even though it's been difficult to find joy in these last weeks, I can still rejoice. That is a miracle in itself.
Christ's sacrifice makes my grief bearable. He lives. And we will, too.
I have often quoted from one of my favorite hymns "I Know That My Redeemer Lives.". One passage that resonates within my heart is "Oh, sweet the joy this sentence gives: I know that my Redeemer lives."
Joy for today: knowing that my Redeemer lives.