Memorial Day

Many of us will visit cemeteries today.  We may fuss with weeds, attach spring wreaths, plant a perennial, tuck a note by a stone, shed tears, and remember.  I’ve walked the tiny cemetery where my husband is buried.  Many markers indicate a life too short.  Some are military markers. I still say to God, ‘I just don’t get it!’I remember Bob’s words to me during his terminal illness.  ‘God is not napping.’  His rich, tender baritone voice was soaked with rock solid confidence.

I remember.  God neither sleeps nor slumbers.  Certainly, the God of the universe did not dose off and a deadly virus sneak in unawares. I don’t know your loss, but I do know this, my friend.  God was not napping.  He allows, He comforts, He cares, and He’ll be our tomorrow.

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