Tuesday, November 6, 2012

To Be With Jesus


Dear LittleDude,

Today has been a very hard day. Your great-aunt G has been very, very sick for a long time. She has a really bad disease called cancer, and today, we found out there is nothing more the doctors can do to help her get better. So now we have to call in different doctors, the ones whose job it is just to help her feel as good as she can until she gets to go meet Jesus.

Right now, you’re far too little to understand that someone we all love may be leaving us soon and that we won’t see her until we can go see Jesus ourselves. One day not too far from now, you may wonder why we don’t all rush to go see Jesus if it means we can be with Him and all the people we miss so much. Sometimes, I still wonder that myself, and I’ve had a few more years to think about it. All I can tell you is that as wonderful as it will be when we do go see Jesus and all the people we love, it’s also wonderful being down here on Earth, doing all the things Jesus wants us to do -- even if we sometimes struggle with those things. So, we kind of get two lives: a short one down here, and then, if we’re really good and ask Jesus to help us, a really really really really long one up there where we have no struggles or worries and just have Jesus and all the people we love.

A long time from now (at least I hope it’s a long time from now), there will be other times when you will have to say goodbye to people you love. It might be me or Daddy or PawPaw or Gammoo or Tractor or anyone else you love. It might happen so quickly that you don’t get a chance to say “I love you” or “Goodbye.” It might happen slowly, allowing you the chance to say those things. Some of the people you have to say goodbye might not be ready to go. Some might. But always know that after they go, they will be happy, they will be with Jesus, they will always watch over you, and they are waiting for the day -- a day a long, long time from now -- that they will see you again.

I love you.
Love, Mommy

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