I am putting together some thoughts for a funeral of a friend this week. I often tell children (and adults) that death is something like this for those of us in Christ. Do you remember coming home from a vacation as a little child? You did not arrive home until late at night. You fell asleep in the back of the station wagon long before you arrived home. But then, the next morning, you woke up in your own room, in your bed.

How did it happen? When you arrived home, your mom or your dad would pick you up from the back of the station wagon, take you into your room, take your old clothes off, put on your pajamas, and lay you gently on the bed. And when you woke up the next morning you were home.

Death is like that. Somewhere in the journey of life, we too will go to sleep. But our loving Heavenly Father will take us in His arms and carry us to the place He has prepared for us. He’ll take off these old clothes and clothe us with our heavenly garment and put us in our room. And when we wake up in the morning, we will be home.

May we all have such trust and anticipation. We are in His hands forever.

Brave Journey,