I had not noticed it until I picked up my Bible to prepare for my next blog entry—this blog entry…. I was to read, beginning at the 14th chapter of John. Finding my placement, there it was:
Do not let your hearts be troubled. Trust in God; trust also in me. —John 14:1
These were the words which comforted me, just days ago, as I stared at them inside my cousin’s coffin. No really, they soothed my soul. You see, tears fell uncontrollably when I first saw my cousin’s lifeless body. I had a hard time walking down the aisle at the funeral home only to sit in the front row at the Family Viewing. The reality of not being greeted by her always welcoming smile and hospitality, wit and wisdom was setting in. These were things I always received when visiting this Georgian city, one where my ancestors were instrumental in its development and discovery. I guess I took for granted that this cousin would always be there. Reality was setting in, however. There is a season for all things.
So, there I sat—crying and staring, staring and crying. Then, I noticed the words that were inscribed inside her coffin. I began to remember their meaning, Jesus’ instruction. Knowing my cousin, I am confident that her soul is rejoicing.
Yes, I will continue to miss her. I will not be sad, however. She would not want me to be unhappy. Instead, I will be encouraged by her life and by the way in which she lived here on earth. Her ability to touch hundreds, if not thousands, of lives across generations, professions, socio-economic brackets, and political affiliations is simply remarkable. I did not know the extent of the reach of her assignment until her death, and through death I know she still lives. My heart is not troubled. Jesus promised then, and He reiterates it now as I note the timing of my preparation for this blog entry. Words of Comfort.