In recent weeks, I’ve stood with families of two women who were in the prime of their life. Lives cut short. Husbands left widowed. One with young children. One with young grandchildren. Parents and siblings left behind.
Two women. 40-somethings. Lives cut short by an awful disease. Strangers to each other but known by so many. Both lovers of God and lovers of people. They both loved deeply and were deeply loved.
Taken too soon. That’s what we say. But God knows. He planned their lives. He allowed the suffering. He called them home before we were ready to release them.
That’s how it is. We’re never ready to let go of family. We’re never ready to let go of friends. We have memories. But we want more to make memories. We want what we had. The good times. The face-to-face interactions. The laughs. The hugs. We want more than memories.
I’ve stood on the receiving side of grief. I know the pain. I know the heartache. The whispers of comfort from friends and family.
We may ask why. Why them? Why so soon? Wasn’t there more they could have accomplished in life? Why wasn’t a cure found for their disease? Didn’t their families still need them? Weren’t they too young?
It’s hard to understand when we lose loved ones. Especially when they’re so young. It’s sometimes hard to understand why God allows such things to happen.
Life isn’t fair. But God is good.
Pain is hard to understand. But God is good.
Loss is tough. But God is good.
Grief is trying. But God is good.
The unknown looms ahead. But God is good.
These women are now walking the streets of gold. They’ve seen the face of God. They’ve met Jesus. They’ve been welcomed into heaven’s gates. They’ve received their final reward.
My mother used to say. I’m ready to go, but I’m not in any hurry. After her death, I thought she was probably kicking herself for not being in a hurry. She was in heaven. Life’s ultimate reward.
These two women weren’t in any hurry, either. They were ready. But they had reason to live. Family. Friends. Faith. But God called them home. Their time on earth was short. Too short in our eyes.
The clock is ticking for all. Our time will come. Fair or not. Will we be ready?