Hope

Hope

When everything is ready, I will come and get you, so that you will always be with me where I am.

John 14:3

Peter Marshall knew a mom whose young son was critically ill and facing death. The mother had spent hours nursing him and playing with him, knowing that the boy’s days on earth were short. One day the boy asked his mother what it would be like to die. After the mother prayed for wisdom and composure, she said, “Kenneth, do you remember when you were a tiny boy how you used to play so hard all day that when night came you were too tired even to undress? You would tumble into your mother’s bed and fall asleep. That was not your bed; it was not where you belonged. You would only stay there a little while. Much to your surprise, you would wake up and find yourself in your own bed in your own room. You were there because someone had loved you and taken care of you. Your father had come with big strong arms and carried you away. Kenneth, darling, death is just like that. We wake up some morning to find ourselves in the other room—the room where we belong—because the Lord Jesus loved us and died for us.”

With a peaceful face, the lad looked up at his mother. She knew that he understood and that there would be love and trust in his little heart as he went to meet the Father in heaven. He never asked any more questions, and he died peacefully several weeks later. His strong heavenly Father had taken the boy to be with him.

Father,

Thank you that your hope and peace come to the hearts of believers of all ages as we trust in your death and resurrection on our behalf. Amen.