It seems as though... nevermind.
This year has been full of... nevermind again.
My family has experienced a lot of sorrow this year.... nope.
You would think that here, in this moment, after everything that has happened in my life.... no.
Death is not something that is easy to write about. No matter how many times it happens, no matter how much I wish I could convey to you how it makes me feel, blogging about the death of loved ones is never easy. I never have the right words, I never feel good about what I have to say, yet it is something I have felt the need to do a lot in the past few months. When Bro. Burgett died, I wanted to share with the world how much I thought of that great man of God. When Amanda died, I wanted to share with the world how much I regret not knowing my own cousin better. Now, here I am again, and in this moment, I have nothing to say. But I want to say something. So I will say this: There is no greater reassurance and peace than that which comes after the death of a saint of God. As the good book say, "Oh grave where is thy victory? Oh death where is thy sting?" Because I know the man who conquered death and the grave, I have a hope that those who do not know him do not have. I have been blessed to share this life with others who have the same hope.
I am sad that Bro. Chet Morrison, my great uncle, my grandmama's brother, the pastor of the Pentecostal Church of Jesus Christ, has left us. But I know Heaven is rejoicing and he is happy there. It is great to know Jesus and to feel not the sting of death.
This year has been full of... nevermind again.
My family has experienced a lot of sorrow this year.... nope.
You would think that here, in this moment, after everything that has happened in my life.... no.
Death is not something that is easy to write about. No matter how many times it happens, no matter how much I wish I could convey to you how it makes me feel, blogging about the death of loved ones is never easy. I never have the right words, I never feel good about what I have to say, yet it is something I have felt the need to do a lot in the past few months. When Bro. Burgett died, I wanted to share with the world how much I thought of that great man of God. When Amanda died, I wanted to share with the world how much I regret not knowing my own cousin better. Now, here I am again, and in this moment, I have nothing to say. But I want to say something. So I will say this: There is no greater reassurance and peace than that which comes after the death of a saint of God. As the good book say, "Oh grave where is thy victory? Oh death where is thy sting?" Because I know the man who conquered death and the grave, I have a hope that those who do not know him do not have. I have been blessed to share this life with others who have the same hope.
I am sad that Bro. Chet Morrison, my great uncle, my grandmama's brother, the pastor of the Pentecostal Church of Jesus Christ, has left us. But I know Heaven is rejoicing and he is happy there. It is great to know Jesus and to feel not the sting of death.
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