Mourning to Morning: Becki

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Mourning to Morning

Submitted by Becki

"A good name is better than precious ointment: and the day of death than the day of one's birth. It is better to go to the house of mourning, than to go to the house of feasting: for that is the end of all men; and the living will lay it to his heart."

When I went to my brother's memorial service that is one Scripture that came to my mind, along with Proverbs 18:24a "A man that hath friends must shew himself friendly..."

His friends, my brothers, were amazing! They handled everything for us, they loved him as much as we, this they proved.

I was moved when I arrived at my brother's house at how many grown men were crying. And they were not just shedding a tear here and there, they were all crying, sobbing, for days. He was a baseball historian, well known in his field. His home was decorated with many old baseball heroes and dried flowers and cook books. The whole place was like a museum, with many, many taking pictures of it. He had a special way of making everyone feel like they were his favorite. AT all walks of life, people loved and admired him. So when I spoke at his service I quoted Proverbs 18:24a.

But nagging in the back of my mind was Ecc. 7:1-2 and in my grief I had problems with that one. I mean, what could be so great about the death of my brother? That is how I felt.

In my long drive home, alone, I just thought and thought I was missing something, something that the Lord was trying to show me. How we, as a human race, have everything confused.

Then it came to me. I remembered how happy I was when I saw my babies for the first time, oh how precious I thought they were. With their whole life before them, and that is when it struck me,

"Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of his saints."

Psalms 116:15

Wow, there I had it! I was in such pain because of the death of my brother, I could not see how joyous it, my brothers death, made the Lord.

Although I know He understands my pain, for Jesus wept at the death of Lazarus, the death of a saint causes Him joy. And as I thought how precious my little babies were when they were born, how it must have saddened the Lord to see his precious souls have to go thru this walk here on earth, knowing all He knows about this place.

How many precious souls are sent here, and never return to Him? Snatched away by the enemy, when it never has to happen!

How very sad it must make Him, for we are created in His image.

So when one of these saints makes it home, oh how He rejoices.

The Scriptures have helped me deal with the pain of my loss in a way no one ever could. I thank Jesus for His precious Word, and blessed assurance.

Who but God can do such things as these?

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Thank You, Becki, for sharing this with us.

Prepared with Love