That’s where it feels like we’ve been, these past three weeks of my grandma’s transition from life to death, from earth to heaven. It’s been a bit of a blur, and with the funeral over, all still seems a bit unreal.
Be still, my soul; the hour is hastening on
When we shall be forever with the Lord,
When disappointment, grief, and fear are gone,
Sorrow forgot, love’s purest joys restored.
Be still, my soul; when change and tears are past,
All safe and blessed we shall meet at last.
Yesterday marked her funeral and burial. After many tears at the family viewing the night before, the Lord upheld us with amazingly dry eyes and peaceful, even joyful hearts—I wonder how many family cars on the way to a burial ring with as much laughter as ours did? Hearing the soloist sing her requested “Shall We Gather at the River” and lifting our voices together in “How Great Thou Art”…watching the guests send over one hundred multi-colored balloons soaring heavenward in a symbolic release (specified by Gomie) of any bitterness, unforgiveness, etc. the Lord pointed out to individual hearts during the service—so appropriate for a lady known to many as “Bubbles the Clown”…greeting so many beloved friends and family come to show their love and support.
Be still, my soul; thy God doth undertake
To guide the future as He has the past.
Thy hope, thy confidence, let nothing shake;
All now mysterious shall be bright at last.
Be still, my soul; the waves and winds still know
His voice who ruled them while He dwelt below.
You and your family continue to be in my thoughts and prayers Kiersti. <3
It’s Lora… <3
Thank you so much, Lora! <3