So tonight I sit in pause, thinking, mulling over a few things in my head. Why? Well, because, I lost a precious sister in Christ. Her name was, and still is, Sonja. Today was her service. Some of my most near and dear friends were at the service. We were there to celebrate Sonja’s life. Her precious life.
Be it incomprehensible at first, but a realization of the whys later on. One thread at a time. One friendship at a time…and step after step after step, thread after thread after thread, the masterpiece comes together. The realization of the beauty of the piece is displayed in a way that each thread has a name, a reason, a purpose. The humans, who are the threads, may not at first notice the importance of the such thread, but if you pay attention, each thread has a name – a reason, a soul – and those threads all become the shroud of life. Sonja was one of those threads in my life.
Maybe I am losing you, my reader, by now. Should you venture on and not finish what I have to say, that is ok. I am a believer and my purpose here is not to offend any of those who are not. But should you continue to read on, then that is just wonderful. I am honored.
As I grow older, my mortality is becoming heightened. I am 54, however I have lost so many loved ones who are so much younger – and older – than I. My sensitivity to death was elevated when I lost my oldest son, Jordan, and then, after that, death became more fragile to me. My heart just breaks when I lose a dear friend or family member. But then, my grief is shortened when I know that they did not die, but are still living and have met Jesus in person. Life is forever.
Today I attended a celebration of life for my friend Sonja. Sonja was one of those women who had such strength, such a faith in God, and such a will to want to live, though she knew that only a miracle would allow her such continuance on this earth. And God decided to take her home instead.
Sonja was 81 years young. Not an old 81, but one of someone who seemed a lot younger than her physical years. She was not only a sister in Christ, but a wife, a grandmother, a sister and a friend to many. She was an inspiration to many, including myself, and had the most impeccably beautiful home – one of my favorite homes in our community. Her tenacity and get it done attitude was reflective in her home and garden. Over the years, I have admired her will, her collections, her home and her faith.
Her death made me think of so many things. I drove past her house the other day and had to pull over for a pause. I sat and stared at her amazing iconic cottage home. I thought about the flowers out front, the wonderful shutters that she had recently painted a French blue and then about everything else that embodied her and her home…her husband, especially, and how he would endure her passing onto Heaven. Their faith in God is strong, so knowing that makes everything a little more bearable.
And with this, I am so grateful to have known Sonja and to have had her in my earthly life, though I did not get to know her as much as the other friends in our circle. She was there for me when I was at my lowest point in life, and I will cherish her friendship and Godly sisterhood.
Sometimes there are things in life that rock your world really hard and to make you stop dead in your tracks and to think about the short time on earth that we really do have. Today was one of those days. Knowing that the promise of life for an eternity does take the sting of death more bearable. The promise of life, forever, to all of those who believe in Jesus and to accept him as our Lord and Savior, makes leaving this earth, our temporary home a lot easier. I know that Sonja slipped from her earthly body and into the arms of Jesus. No more pain, but a life eternal in exchange for the few years she had on earth.
Life is fragile. A vapor. Really. It really is.
It is only saying so long for now……
Till we hear the trumpets sound...
Till we see the clouds part and the lion run
in the sky.
Scoop us into the arms of our Lord.
Life lives on.
So long for now.....
The beauty of faith is never to really have to say goodbye...but for now, it is just a "see ya later!"
A smile in my heart for Sonja...and happy for her for making a full circle of life. So happy for you, sister. Peace.....love....and thanks for being such a precious friend.