The color of my uncle’s coffin was shinny newly varnished
wood. Last Christmas while most people were out shopping my cousins were making
their father’s coffin.
It seemed on the day of the burial color was lost from the eyes of my
family as grief colored their life instead.
Gray and dismal was the color of the sky while we stood in
the cold burying my uncle.
The tears threatened to freeze on our cheeks while
we listened to the bagpipes place “Be Still and Know that I am God”.
One year ago today my uncle saw the color of heaven for the first
time. It must have been breath taking and indescsribly beautiful first sight.
Surely there is nothing beautiful than then the color of seeing your Savior.
Life’s color sometimes bares sadness and pain, but the color
awaiting us is only beauty. I have yet to see this color, but somehow I know it's going to be the most beautiful thing ever.
1 comment:
This is beautiful. I am so sorry for your loss, but so glad that you know your uncle is in a better place now - It's hard, but being with Him is better than anything we could ever imagine, I'm sure :)
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