We celebrated the life of my dear friend “Pearl’s” mother this last week. Many friends gathered round the family to celebrate a life well lived. Her mother was ready to go on to see Jesus, and to see her husband who had proceeded her in death. Her younger brother shared the most poignant stories of her childhood and life, and in the most eloquent way. What a treasure the stories and memories of the older generations are to us. Such a beautiful gift.
This lovely wreath was made by Pearl, for her mother’s service. She added a personal touch by using one of her mothers jewelry pieces on the rose petals. So creative!
I’ve thought much of the pastors words about my friends mother:
“She looked at death as a welcomed friend.”
May I too, LORD, be able to say that at my end.
I do not fear you.
You are not the end.
To think that death can be a welcomed friend;
Because we know, it is not the end.
Hallelujah!
