Today I attended the funeral of the son of a sweet friend of mine. Her son Bubba was 20 years old and spent his entire life unable to speak and in a wheelchair. Yet even in that state of life, he brought such joy to everyone. At his funeral they played the song, "I Can Only Imagine". During the lyrics it dawned on me that his very first words spoken were not recored in a baby book written by his mother, but they were heard and spoken to the very face of God and written in His book, and his first steps were taken on the streets of gold. How awesome is that!
RIP for the Christian does not mean Rest In Peace... it means Rejoicing In Paradise.
Let us all be encouraged today.. Let us run our races to WIN in Jesus name. Amen!
For today we can all 'only imagine', but Bubba and the countless others who have gone before us KNOW full well.
