Yesterday I attended the funeral of my husband's aunt. She had struggled with cancer for many years and the past 6 months or so had not been easy at all. She was in pain; she wasn't able to eat for weeks at the end. But through it all, she continued to be her sweet self, serving the Lord as best she could.
She had her 52nd wedding anniversary not long before her death. Most, if not all, of those years together, she prayed for her husband's salvation. And those prayers were answered the day after her homegoing when he finally accepted salvation.
Her service yesterday wasn't a sad event. Tears were shed, of course, and many were sad because she was no longer with us in the flesh. But the service was one of celebration. One of her great loves was Gospel music and her granddaughters sang a beautiful tribute. The minister spoke of her dedication, her love for Jesus, her wonderful homegoing to a place of beauty and great riches. Where she is now, there is no pain, no sorrow, no suffering--only joy.
There was a spirit of love--a spirit of worship--in that service, just as there was a spirit of love and worship in her life. There are tears here on earth at her passing--and there was great rejoicing in heaven as another saint came home to glory. And oh! How Aunt Shirley is rejoicing with the angels that her dear husband will one day join her there.
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