Hope of Rest.

There are lots of potential blog posts stored up in the back of my brain. Like my many thoughts on the Chick-fil-A conflict (okay, let's be honest. It's a social media conflict), and there's this prayer I'm working on about the Word of God, or about how I'm thinking about getting rid of facebook. So many things I'd like to write on…

[Ahem, pardon the side note. But I just want to be clear. The last post on this blog, which has now been deleted, was not one of those posts I was hoping to write. I actually have no idea where it came from - how creepy is that! I didn't post it, and I can't imagine who did. But thank you to all of you who responded so tenderly to me, assuming I was working out the recent death of my grandma. And thank you to my boyfriend who knows I don't write Emo one-liners, asked me about it, and laughed with me as I wondered how it got there…. side note complete. I was saying there are lots of things I'd like to write on right now...]

There aren't the hours in the day for all the thoughts I have, and far too many thoughts to catch them on paper or type. But I'm headed home to Iowa today, and so grateful for the gift of home. Early this week, my Grandma Rosie passed away. "Passed away" is funny language; it's easy to use without knowing what it means or knowing how to use it rightly. I have this great hope that she has gone to our Ultimate Home to be with our Jesus, and confident that the next site her face sees will be that of our Savior. Her body may have failed, but we know bodies always will. Her earthly life may have ended, but we cannot name one that has not. But I have no hope greater than this: that Heaven is real, more real that everything we can see and touch and taste and hear now, and that realer still is He who is Heaven, the One who is our Rest.

I am grateful my parents bought me a ticket home, otherwise I wouldn't be able to afford to go. I am grateful for siblings to mourn with and people to hug. I am grateful for the chance to think well about death and the resurrection and the hope of heaven. I am grateful for friends who give me rides to the airport and ask how I'm doing. And I'm grateful that our Lord knows all, sees all, and provides all. He really is our Rest.