Splendor’s Space

photo by Joan Davis

A day will come,

when all will pass;

and streets of gold,

shall shine like glass.

No sun nor moon,

to light the day;

God’s radiance,

will be our stay.

The Lamb of God,

His splendor shine;

no more dark nights,

all glory, Thine.

He’ll wipe away,

tears from our eyes;

no death nor pain,

to realize.

For all the old,

shall pass away;

the First and Last,

will ever stay.

All those who thirst,

shall drink what lasts;

living water,

our righteous glass.

Together, we,

in glory dwell;

Christ’s family,

now eternal.

(Responding to Revelation 21:3-7, 22-27)

Dear Heavenly Father, thank You that the hope we hold is not in what happens here, but rather in our home in heaven with You. Thank You that there will be a day when all pain and suffering pass away. Thank You that You will wipe away every tear, and hold us close as You draw near. Forgive us Father, for losing sight of that which truly lasts. Teach us to let our lives be lived in the hope of Your glory that is yet to come. May we present Your precious promises to people everywhere as we love as You love us. Let those who are lost, find their forever hope in You. Amen.

Anne update: Last evening, I spent a few hours with Anne and the faithful and wonderful family who are providing her a loving home and tender care. It is such a strange space to be seated near one so close to their eternal homecoming. To be both overwhelmed with sorrow, yet overjoyed with the promise of no more pain, presents time to feel very torn. As the evening wore on, and visitors had come and gone, her breathing became shallow and slow. It seemed as though she would be leaving soon. Each time Anne started to sink into a space of rest, she would startle and fight to keep going. Her pain is so great, that I could only pray that He would cradle her close and carry her home. Please pray that she would let go of the fight, and allow our Heavenly Father to take her home. May His peace that passes all understanding fill our hearts and minds, and may His perfect rest be ours to find.
Holding onto His holy hope, Shannon

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