Years ago, I adopted a life habit based on something my husband said at a very sensitive sad time. He was just notified that his mother had been in a terrible accident, and she had been transported by ambulance helicopter to the nearest hospital. Sadly, she did not survive, but I remember that phone call clearly. My husband did not fall down and cry. He calmly hung up the phone, and said, "I'll be so happy when we get to Heaven, and the curse on this earth is lifted."
I know that my mother-in-law was as close to her little boy, as I was close to mine (once upon a time little boy son)....... She told me that when he, my husband, was little he was unable to go to sleep unless laying beside her, twirling her hair in his fingers. This little boy, became my husband, this man, father of my children.
Years later when I drove on the road passing by another deer that had met its death by car (always sad for my daughter and me), I decided I was going to apply what my husband said. Now, often when I see death or sickness, I say it as a weird sort of praise or expression of faith. I say, "I'll be so glad when we get to Heaven." It helps me focus eternally and get my eyes off the sadness before me.
I said it today, when we discovered that a cat, that months earlier I had taken to the vet to spay, and was told she was too young... she had kittens. Three apparently pre-mature kittens.
I did not want to watch this. The mother seemed only relieved that her belly felt better. She lounged in the sun and ignored them. Pink furless paws, embryonic shaped heads, KITTENS. Hard for the heart to ignore. I referred to my line of faith and comfort, "I'll be so glad when we get to Heaven." I wished they would die quickly. They didn't.
So now we are trying to give them sustenance through a tiny syringe dropper, every hour. Two are taking it. One will not, and seems to have an undeveloped roof of mouth where formula comes up through her nose and she chokes. We are sad about it, but we wrapped her up and set her down by her siblings. I hope God takes her soon, and that she goes where we are going.
Oh I wouldn't want to live this life with out an eternal perspective. What a comfort it is to me, to over and over remember and look at my hope and expectation that I am just a pilgrim here.This world is not my home I'm just a passing through.
Everything about this life is temporary, except the soul which God gives us, and the Holy Spirit He shares with those who are His. There in lies the beauty, the gift, the sweet hope and expectation of a Christian's destination.
Remember this dear sister(s) we are on our way to a mansion, where there is no sadness. May your path be brighter and more joyful, with that at the end of your vision.
And if I go and prepare a place for you. I will come again and receive you to Myself; that where I am, there you may be also.
And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes; there shall be no more death, nor sorrow, nor crying. There shall be no more pain, for the former things have passed away.
Thank you for visiting. I would love for you to leave me a comment. If you have a question about my expectation of salvation and my hope, I would be glad to try and address it in the comments. I want to be a minister of the love and doctrine of Jesus Christ, the Jew, Son of God, who loved sinners, the world, enough to suffer pure agony willingly on the cross in order to provide a way of salvation for us sinners who on our own, are not fit to inhabit the presence of our Holy God, Creator.
Greater love hath no man than this, that he would lay down His life for His friends.