Absence

This ain't a happy post so move on if that's what you're looking for.

My Paw-Paw is in Heaven. I'm sure the Lord was especially happy to welcome him home and give him his crown full of jewels. I am so happy and content, and at peace, and thankful for the confidence I have in knowing where my Paw-Paw is spending eternity.

However...
That doesn't mean I miss him less. My Paw-Paw was the only man that always told me he loved me. When I lived in California we would talk twice a week and send each other cards every week. When I moved home in March I went to his house once a week or so in addition to talking to him on the phone. When he sent me cards, he also threw in a few bucks. Always a random amount like $3, $11, or $7 and he'd do same thing before I would leave his house. I always appreciated that gas money. I would often cry while living in California knowing that I was so far away and he was only getting older. I knew that this would hit me hard but you don't ever know how hard until it becomes reality. It has been over 2 weeks now. It is time for me to see him. It is time for him to hug me and feed me breakfast or lunch.

I have already told Jesus all about how I feel and how I hurt. I know he knows and I know he cares.

Hell is real. I can't imagine what it would be like if Paw-Paw weren't in Heaven. The hurt I feel now is crazy. I don't even want to know the heartache of losing a friend who hasn't accepted Jesus and developed a relationship with Him.

Tell your friends about Jesus. Hold yourself to the standards in the Bible so that everyone knows who you belong to. Life is short. Love hard. Don't waste time.

Mini sermon to myself.

Amazing grace
How sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me