First, life. We never know how long we will have here on this earth. God has His timing, and we never seem to agree with it. I know that I often think things like... "but God, he doesn't deserve it!" or "God, he's so young... that's not fair" or "God, did you make a mistake? I'm not ready". I have this idea that death is the worst thing possible. I think it's something to dread. But it doesn't have to be!
A man whom I've known for as long as I can remember passed away since I've gotten to Seattle. He had been battling cancer for many years, and the Lord finally took him home. When I learned of this, I felt so many different emotions. I began by just feeling really sad and upset. But then I thought of how much faith Scott had. How much he trusted the Lord during the time when he was sick was incredible. I know that he is with the Lord right now, and, because of that, I can do nothing but rejoice! In a sense, I have this jealousy for Scott. He is with our Creator right now! The God that brought him into this world is bringing him to be in perfect communion with Him! How glorious!
Though I rejoice, I also have deep grief over Scott's death. Scott was a lovely man. He was always so positive and loving, and he cared about others so much. And it is, indeed, difficult to see such a man leave this earth. His family and friends are grieving, but how beautiful that we can also rejoice in this time.
During this time, I've also learned a lot about bringing my questions to the Lord. And bringing all of my emotions. And allowing God to comfort me. Being in Seattle without my Christian bubble of friends to surround me and comfort me. Though friends can try with their words, God is the only one who can satisfy me.
I'm often so resistant to God as a comforter. I think it might be because I struggle with wanting to be independent. I want to always figure things out on my own, without God's help. And I struggle, struggle, struggle, fail. And then I go to God when I'm desperate, and humble. And He comforts me... more than any human being ever could. So why does it take me so long to go to Him?! Ah, my stubborn, prideful self comes out again. And this is another reason why I love the Lord so much. He takes me as I am. All of me. My brokenness. My pride. My stubborn self. And He loves me unconditionally. And He comforts me. And He brings me joy. Oh God, you are so beautiful!