It has been a little over seven months since Tucker went to be with
Jesus. In seven months I have
learned so much about this life we are living here on earth and the life I
anticipate to live in heaven. We
were driving through the cemetery not too long ago, reading everybody’s stones
while wondering what their story was.
I have grown to love the cemetery.
It is not morbid to me when you know what awaits you on the other side
and to think of the many souls in that cemetery who are experiencing life as it
was first meant to be.
I’ve also been hit with an overwhelming feeling of sadness
which leads to urgency. My sadness
stems from thinking of all the people in this world who really believe that
this is it. This world is all that
life is about.
After losing a son, that will just not do. Not only will that just not do, but God
has made sure to reveal to me that “our citizenship is in heaven, and we
eagerly await a Savior from there, the Lord Jesus Christ.” (Phil 3:20) I’ve said from the very beginning, that
every time I pray and plead with him on the “why” questions, the phrase that
always pops in my head is “trust me.”
So that is what I am doing. Trusting that one day, when I walk into His kingdom and my
eternity begins, that all the heartache, sadness, grief, and agony that we
experienced in this world will be like “vapor that appeared for a little while,
and then vanishes.” (James 4:14)
My urgency stems from wanting everyone to know Jesus before
it’s too late. I want Him to come
back so badly, I was actually asking Him out loud every morning if today could
please be the day. He finally
showed me this verse which I took as a big fat “have a little patience, Amy.”
“And remember, our Lord’s patience gives people time to be
saved.” 2 Peter 3:15
Got it.
I want the lost to come to Jesus just as much as I want Him
to return and it looks like these two go hand in hand.
I think it’s time to rally.
