Sometimes the body is weaker than the soul.

He wage war against the enemy,

Until his very last breath

He did NOT give up!

His body just gave up

He carried his broken body with him,

But it was only slowing him down.

He prayed, we prayed.

Were our prayers all in vain?

Was it your plan for him to die anyways?

I shall not believe that,

For your promises last forever!

So we all stand upon our faith.

We are at last united as one.

Together we will lift up our loved ones in hope.

If hope is born of suffering,

If this is really the beginning,

Then he is where he should be.

He is home!

He has his crown!

He has his mansion.

But should that comfort those who are left?

Are we not allowed to mourn?

For when the grief is still to near,

We cannot say.

Until everything passes,

When everything is finished

This is what it means to be held.

My Pastor died this morning. it hasn't hit me totally yet, although i did cry this morning when Jonathan called me and i dont' think i'm done yet.

He called me at like 7:00, for some reason i knew right away, but i didn't want to believe it. When he said i got bad news, i said to myself "don't say it!"

My Pastor was a good man and he will be missed dearly. I'm gonna miss his big chuckle and how he shook the kids hands until their entire body shook..lol

bitter sweet memories