Where I see God
Journal 10: At a Funeral
“Be completely humble and gentle; be patient, bearing with one another in love. Make every effort to keep the unity of the Spirit through the bond of peace.”
“Wanda died.” My husband’s words were brief, but packed with emotion. Wanda was his Great Aunt, like a second grandmother to him. Wanda had gone into the hospital and less than a week later was gone from our lives here on earth.
The car ride to the funeral was quiet. While my husband and I are usually full of conversation the two hour trip was practically speechless.
We hadn’t seen his Great Aunt in many years, since she moved from living across the street from my husband’s grandmother. But all our memories of Wanda were beautiful. She was a beautiful person.
Like Granny, Wanda was humble, patient, and loved so gently and tenderly. She embraced life with an amazing sense of humor and was always quick to bring a comforting smile.
During the funeral a loved one shared how Wanda had prayed for each family member to know Christ. It was important to her. She felt confident her prayers had been answered before she passed.
We cried as we celebrated a life well lived.
God was present in the tears. God was present in the laughter. He was present in the hugs, stories shared and even in the silence of the car ride. There was sorrow for now, but victory for the future.