Just seven weeks ago, my mother passed from this life to her home in heaven. I will never forget the comfort of these words the day family and friends gathered to honor and celebrate mother’s life.
“She’s not here. She has risen.”
Those same words were spoken about Jesus when His followers found an empty tomb where His body had been laid.
“Do not be afraid. He isn’t here. He has risen from the dead, just as He said He would.” (Matthew 28:6)
My mother loved yellow roses. I believe she is blooming in heaven today like a beautiful rose giving off the fragrance of Jesus, her Lord and Savior.
There’s a Rose that blooms in Heaven,
The object of God’s love.
She’s the one who’s gone before us,
She blooms in heaven above.
God says there are no tears in heaven.
They’ve all been wiped away,
And the One who’s gone before us,
Has given a brand new day.
They say there is much joy in heaven,
For loved ones who are there,
With joy await the day they’ll see,
Dear loved ones, oh so fair.
And on that Day we too will sing,
With angels from above.
It’s the Song of our Redeemer,
He’s the object of our love.
“I am the Resurrection and the Life. Those who believe in me, even though they die like everyone else, will live again.
(John 11:25-26 NLT).
Thank you Lord for this wonderful promise. I pray you will help us remember to celebrate the life of our loved ones who are now with you in Heaven.
By faith through grace alone,