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After supper, on the day of my baby sister’s funeral, we fled the house, but we could not escape our grief. It filled the car as we drove through the December night looking at Christmas lights. It was my grief-stricken father’s way of restoring our faith, his way of reminding us that what happened that first Christmas so long ago changed everything—even Carolyn’s death. Now we had a new hope. The hope of being reunited with Carolyn in heaven where, as John so eloquently writes:
“God will wipe away every tear from their eyes. And there’ll be no more death or mourning or crying or pain for the old order of things has passed away.”
— Revelation 21:4 (NKJV)
Lord, may the promise of eternal life restore our joy no matter how deep our grief. Amen.