Our God is a God of miracles. Our God is a God of fulfilled promises. Our God provides and follows through.
If hypothetically Rock City came to up to Christ, after committing whatever hypothetical deal-breaking atrocities they could imagine, singing, "would you still love me the same?" what would His answer be?
We are each surrounded by a communion of saints, living and deceased, in our daily lives. We are never fighting the battle alone, however much it may feel like it.
Yet, my brain capacity is closer to that of a turtle than that of Our Heavenly Father. His wisdom is infinite. My is finite. I only know so much, and He knows so much more.
Love, compassionate love, is why despite the heartaches, the heart breaks, the stumbling, the failures, the disappointments, the annoyances of dating, the everything, I am an absolute sucker for weddings.
There's no physical nor scientific way Abraham saw the septillion stars of the universe and could fully understand God's promise to him. And neither can we.
But sometimes the greatest victory is letting go. So too, good deaths allow the body to peacefully shut down instead of violently attempting to pump life back into a lifeless body.
Our Heavenly Father is not holding out on us. He's not taking us for granted. He's overjoyed, and He deeply desires for us to share in His joy.
One patient was 54. The other was 97. Guess who was the no code, the do no intubate (DNI), the do not resuscitate (DNR), the one awaiting death?
For a long time, I've believed holiness requires a degree of extroversion...but extroversion isn't natural for me.