Just got a text, then a call from a family member to tell me that my uncle passed away. He had heart surgery last year and almost died, but didn’t. The surgery this week was supposed to be minor but as we all know there is no minor surgery. Ever. There’s always risk.
Beyond this life my uncle is free. Free from the limitations of his earthly body. Free from pain. Free from doctor visits and hospital stays. He is free to be the soul his Creator made him to be. He. Is. Free.
I’m thinking he must be in heaven fixing something although I know nothing in Heaven is broken. He was just that kind of man. He could fix anything and loved it. Build anything. And when he did, it was always done right. He had that in common with his Savior – a carpenter.
Beyond our tears and sadness there is joy. Joy that he is with the One who made him. Joy that I had the privilege of knowing the man he was on earth. Joy that we will see him again someday.
Beyond this life. Because there is a beyond… and that gives me great peace.