Grace Frantz
While sitting in the airport I think of how I've always wanted to fly more…yet two weeks, lots of tears, and a couple thousand miles later and I wish that I didn't have a reason to be flying in the first place. My heart wishes that I wasn't going home to attend my grandmothers memorial service, but that this trip was to see her loving on her first great grand-babies! And although everyone has the 'right' things to say, nothing anyone says makes any difference. Yes they are nice words…I know that as a daughter of God she is in a better place, I know people are praying for us, and that they love us. But that doesn't change anything. That doesn't bring her back or cause the ache in our hearts to subdue. Yes, It is comforting, to know how loved you are by friends and family, and to see the love that so many had for my grandmother, people that I have never even met. She loved and was loved so dearly. I hope that one day people will say the same of me. I want people to see Christ's love in me. I want my life to be a living testament to His love, His mercy, His grace, and His forgiveness. So I will grieve the loss of one so close, one that had such an impact on my life. I will grieve her missing the rest of my 'growing up' life, but I am comforted in the assurance that one day we will rejoice in heaven together, that we will sing holy holy holy together, as His daughters.