I received an email this week from someone who loves me dearly that was a reminder that this week is the anniversary of when we interred Deborah in 2010. It was actually not a date on my calendar or in my mind, but being reminded has brought forth much loving thoughts as well as a stirring in my heart and mind.
Between one and two months after Deborah passed away God gave me the song “All My Tears” by Julie Miller as a gift for healing. The youtube version attached is Julie singing it at it barest (from the movie Songcatcher) and to me is the most beautiful version of this song. It has been covered by Emmylou Harris (both with Julie and on her own), Jars of Clay, Selah with Kim Hill, Julie and her husband Buddy Miller. But I like this bare version of it. One line in the song is “So weep not for me my friend when my time below does end for my life belongs to him who will raise the dead again.” Well, I still weep at times. I was driving home from an appointment and I played a version I had in the car over and over, for 45 minutes, and I wept. But rest assured they are good tears.
Spring has arrived in the Texas Hill Country and with it comes wildflowers out the wazoo. The photograph above was taken in 2012 when Deborah’s bench and surrounding area was buried in Bluebonnets and other wildflowers. So in essence she was buried in life, new life that returns each spring. Hence, spring springs with life. Life and beauty will reign. Death cannot hold sway forever.
Now, I have said all that to say I believe. I believe in God, that there is a Greater One, a Creator of everything that was, is and will be. I believe that Jesus is God and is God’s own Son who came to bring life to all men who will choose to accept it, all men who choose to embrace something that is unseen and unproven, and to accept that not only is there a God, the great I AM. I believe and I stand on that belief.
Next, this belief says that God will raise the dead one day in the future. I believe that. I don’t know it, I can’t prove it, there is no evidence to prove that statement but I believe it. One day I will rest in the same bench Deborah’s ashes are in. My ashes will be next to hers and I believe that I will be with her in the presence of God in heaven. Where is that and how does it all work? I don’t know, but I believe.
My question to all who read this is what do you believe? What are you basing your life upon and what are you risking your life for? I could preach, and would love to, but I would rather invite you to ask God to reveal His truth to you. I once prayed “God, if you aren’t dead and are there come and fill my heart.” And you know what, He did. That settled the question of if there was a God or not. It still took me more than a few years to realize that I could live in Him, in Jesus, but the matter of God was a settled issue with me. So, talk with Him about whether or not He is and go out and enjoy and see the new life spring brings, it is a gift from Him to you.
Finally, please stop and say a prayer for me. A touch from the Master’s hand right now would be nice. Blessings.