Hi, everyone....
This message is going to be very brief, because
this has been a very special day. My hubby went to be with Jesus this morning
(Saturday) at 8 a.m. I had taken him to the hospital by ambulance about 2
oclock because he was coughing continuously and was short of breath. Even though
he had no pain, he had had a massive heart attack. Our youngest daughter sat
with me as he breathed his last earthly air and took his first breath of
heavenly air.
I’m thinking he hasn’t been able to play his
big bass fiddle for many months, and I think God must have had one up there that
really needed a player. Maybe his dad is playing the mandolin and my precious
brother is playing the fiddle. I sure wish I could hear
them!
Finally Home
When engulfed by the terror of the tempestuous sea,
Unknown waves before you roll;
At the end of doubt and peril is eternity,
Though fear and conflict seize your soul.
But just think of stepping on shore-And finding it Heaven!
Of touching a hand-And finding it God's!
Of breathing new air-And finding it celestial!
Of waking up in glory-And finding it home!
When surrounded by the blackness of the darkest night,
O how lonely death can be;
At the end of this long tunnel is a shining light,
For death is swallowed up in victory!
When engulfed by the terror of the tempestuous sea,
Unknown waves before you roll;
At the end of doubt and peril is eternity,
Though fear and conflict seize your soul.
But just think of stepping on shore-And finding it Heaven!
Of touching a hand-And finding it God's!
Of breathing new air-And finding it celestial!
Of waking up in glory-And finding it home!
When surrounded by the blackness of the darkest night,
O how lonely death can be;
At the end of this long tunnel is a shining light,
For death is swallowed up in victory!
But just think of stepping on shore-And finding it Heaven!
Of touching a hand-And finding it God's!
Of breathing new air-And finding it celestial!
Of waking up in glory-And finding it home!
I am doing fine, but just feel like I can’t
copy and paste all your message tonight. Would you please check the BRC schedule
to find out the details of the reading... and I’ll be sure to write to you
tomorrow. May God bless our ‘Day of Worship’ and be especially close to each of
us on His special day.
Special love to you from
me...
Rusty
I say that it's bittersweet because, yes, he's gone, but Rusty, and all Christians shall see him again. At least he shall no longer have any pain for ever and always.
thanks for telling me!
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