There always comes a time to move on, that time has come.

And in case these empty pages care to hear – let us wrap our sorrows up and drop them down once in for all. I don’t believe in loose ends; it is time to tie them up in the prettiest bow we can make of it.

1) The Lord is merciful. We all know that my dear friend and grandpa died suddenly last monday. It seemed strange – cruel even, that this tragedy could come so unexpectedly. However, many testimonies conveyed a person who wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. He didn’t know how to slow down, he hated being limited. He would have much rather gone to His savior quickly and suddenly, then finish his long multiple battle war with cancer. His post death cat-scan showed something new – a bunch of cancer in the liver. Things were about to become very painful and difficult – only the Lord knew.

2) We have hope. Our God is a God of life! Brother Larry had God’s life and is now resting and waiting, even cheering us all on: death is not the end. To put it in the words of a wise friend ( or was it disney? Same difference)

Goodbye is not forever, 
Goodbye is not the end, 
Goodbye just means I’ll miss you
until we meet again. 

3) We are all grown up. This seems a strange conclusion to take away from an event such as this one. But a piece of childhood was torn away in this tragedy. The picnics, the Carolina BBQ, the hay rides, the long grass and the white house, the log cabin filled with friends and family, the swing wars and four wheeler rides- they all came with Brother Larry. He was the epitome of all those early Charlotte years. As me and my other dear young sisters and brothers reflect, it is impossible to ignore how far we have come and how much we have grown. It is sad, and yet on the other hand it is exciting. Could I have predicted ten years ago, that one of those tiny boys hopping around on the trampoline would someday speak forth Christ and comfort me with words of encouragement? Could I predict how beautifully everyone would grow? Look everyone! How far we’ve come and how much we’ve changed, and yet how much we’ve stayed together. Childhood is over, but hope for something even more special rises in the horizon. It is a bittersweet loss, with an emphasis on the sweetness.

Love never dies,
Life never dies,
Hope is Christ who is eternal and unchanging.

In the words of a dear young brother who encouraged me: “It is okay to mourn, it is natural. But we shouldn’t mourn for too long. All we can do is pray and move on.”

Our God is the God of resurrection life.
This is not the end.

Author: Susanna

I'm Susanna, a 20-year-old Christian girl incorrigibly addicted spontaneous adventures. My first dream was to become a pioneer. Unfortunately, I was born a couple centuries late, so I've decided to read, cook, run, and travel the world until my time machine is finished. You'll mostly likely find me getting into trouble and/or eating licorice. I am currently blogging the misadventures of a middle-school teacher in training. Come join me on my quest to become the next Ms. Frizzle!

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