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
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.