Someday, we’ll be together

My grandfathers had a deep respect for the military. This admiration and gratitude was modeled for me in the way they spoke of those in their family who had served and the way they stood when the American flag went by in a parade. As my sons grew up, I made a point to teach them to show that same respect. Whenever we saw a person in uniform the boys would approach them and say, “Thank you for your service.”

Social media has become a place for families to share the homecoming of servicemen and women who are returning from duty. Some of these homecomings are arranged to be at a school event that includes a younger sibling who is unaware of their brother or sister’s return.

This morning I watched a clip of a younger sister meeting her mom in the school office for an early dismissal. Unaware at first, that her brother was in the room, having returned for a visit after being away serving in the US Navy. As soon as the young girl sees him, she drops her backpack from her shoulders and jumps into his arms. She cries for joy to be reunited.

I smiled at the powerful moment she was restored to her brother. Her baggage gone, arms tightened around his neck, a sense that she would never let him go again.

This is what I imagine will happen when we are reunited with Christ. He has been away, seated at the right hand of God (Hebrews 12:2), waiting for the time to return to Earth. He comes back and when we see him every single thing becomes unimportant. All that matters is that He is there waiting to embrace us.

I do not know what you have been facing in your life, Best Beloved. You may have a daily battle that leaves you exhausted every night. You may have physical pain, emotional pain, or maybe mental health issues, that seem to build a blockade between you and joy.

“Then the news about Him spread throughout Syria. So they brought to Him all those who were afflicted, those suffering from various diseases and intense pains, the demon-possessed, the epileptics, and the paralytics. And He healed them, (Matthew‬ ‭4:24‬ ‭HCSB‬‬).

Scripture is clear that one day we will see our Savior face to face. He will hold us close, we will throw off the baggage we have carried at His feet and nothing else will matter. It will be all about you and Jesus.

I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith, (2 Timothy‬ ‭4:7‬ ‭HCSB‬‬).

Dear One, my prayer for you and your situation is simply this; that you will not stop fighting your battle. Do not give up. Jesus is coming soon. While it may seem like it is a long time to wait, hang on. Keep getting out of bed and keep moving forward.

The Lord does not delay His promise, as some understand delay, but is patient with you, not wanting any to perish but all to come to repentance, (‭‭2 Peter‬ ‭3:9‬ ‭HCSB).‬‬

He is coming. He will wipe every tear from your eyes and you will know Him as you have never known Him before.

He will wipe away every tear from their eyes. Death will no longer exist; grief, crying, and pain will exist no longer, because the previous things have passed away, (Revelation‬ ‭21:4‬ ‭HCSB‬‬).

Take heart, be of good courage. He is coming back for you and for me. “He who testifies about these things says, “Yes, I am coming quickly.” Amen! Come, Lord Jesus!” (Revelation‬ ‭22:20‬ ‭HCSB).‬‬

Amen indeed.

Blessings, oxoxox

About gretchenr17

Wife, mother, daughter, sister, friend. Writer, farmer, fellow sojourner... at every turn I learn a bit more about God's wild mercies.
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