Our baby in Heaven would have turned two years old
today. We should be planning a birthday
party. We should be chasing around a kid
who gets into everything and makes messes everywhere. We should be getting upset because that
little one breaks things and drives us crazy.
But we are not. And we are sad. Death is sad.
Death is hard. Death hurts. Death is…yuck and muck of all kinds! However, I am recently starting to see a new
side to death.
I used to despise the season of autumn.
It gets colder and cloudier. Everything
begins to die: the grass, the trees, the flowers. It is the foreboding season of eventual fate
leading into a wintery death. Yay, Happy
Fall, y’all! Just joking. 😉 However,
this year, I have been enjoying it for the first time because I know that once
everything dies, it will some day be reborn again. It will come back to life eventually in the
spring and summer where it will live again and be fruitful. Therefore, I can appreciate the current state
of autumn because I know that there will be a better state in the future. In the same way, I can appreciate this broken
and death-filled world because there will be a time when all things will be
reborn, renewed, and brought back to life in Heaven. This season, this cursed world will turn
around and everything will change for the better. I was once grappling with God about our baby
in Heaven, and I remember that He told me: “I make all things new” (Revelation
21:5). Ah, He really does. That cuts deeply within my soul. I find rest in that verse.
And now I realize death is actually God’s mercy for
us. In Genesis Chapter 3, Adam and Eve
sin and thus corrupt God’s perfect world.
Subsequently in Genesis 3:22, God made sure that Adam and Eve would not
live forever in this broken, corrupt state.
Therefore, God was being compassionate and merciful to them by
preventing them from living forever in this state of constant suffering and
turmoil. That is blessing. That is mercy. That is love from a God who cares. We only see one side of the coin, but God
sees death as more than what it is in the moment. He sees it as an opportunity for restoration
and deliverance, to have a “happy ending” of sorts and to attain what God had
always meant life to be in His eternal glory.
Death brings about new life. We
can see this in Jesus Christ’s sacrifice for our sins on the cross. His death brought life to those who believe
in Him, and we will one day be united with Him in Heaven. Hallelujah to that!
I was once pruning the bushes and plants in my garden. While I was doing it, I could sense the Holy
Spirit asking me why I was pruning the branches. I responded with the fact that I know the
branches will grow back and that I don’t want them to get overgrown. Then the Holy Spirit impressed on my heart
that this was why He prunes our hearts and souls – to prove our faith, to grow
our faith, and to see God for who He truly is.
The branches will come back. The
leaves will turn green again. The
flowers will bloom again. The cycle of
life will continue. Life itself will be
renewed. All of creation will once again
sing of God’s glory. But we must
wait. My favorite new word to combine
with “waiting” is “eagerly,” not impatiently, not angrily, but “eagerly” with
anticipation in all of your soul and being.
Galatians 5:5 says: “For through the Spirit
we eagerly await by faith the righteousness for which we hope.” That is what I wait for now – God’s
heavenly ending. And it is painful right
now to wait, and it is difficult right now to wait. But I wait with eager anticipation for the
next season, the better one, and the eternal one: the life God meant for us to
live in the first place.
(On a side note, I recently became interested in art. I always thought that I was bad at art even with a mother and grandmother that were very talented in this area. This is how powerful the mind is. I told myself that I couldn't, and so I didn't. When I was younger, I would get very upset when the picture I made did not look like the image I had in my mind. I wanted my picture to be perfect in an effort to be in control. Ah, that word control has so much weight to it. We are never really in control of anything in life, to be honest. We think we are, but we are not. Flash forward to many years later, I realize that my artwork will not be perfect, much like life. It will not be perfect, but we can make the most of what we are given. As I paint and draw now, I realize that the mistakes and imperfections can be part of the picture. Even more, imperfections can be part of my life, but my life can still be beautiful.)
