As a family we were reading Romans 8 today.
A verse stuck out to me. Which was already highlighted so must have stuck out to me before.
“For I reckon that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory which shall be revealed in us.”
What an amazing promise!
The minutes since Rory’s death have been painful.
The days of missing her feel so long.
The years feel overwhelming.
Is all of this worth it? Was Paul right that our sufferings will not even compare to the glory we’ll have in the next life?
That’s the hope.
That’s where faith comes in.
Faith that she still lives.
Faith that she’s happy.
Faith that she’s with Jesus Christ.
Faith that we’ll be together again.
Faith that the second I die Rory will be running into my arms.
I day dream about that moment.
Yearn for it.
I don’t know that there is a greater promised blessing than that for me.
My girl. In my arms. Never to be parted again.