You will have to work hard and sweat to make the soil produce anything, until you go back to the soil from which you were formed. You were made from soil, and you will become soil again.”

It may seem kind of silly or morbid to some, but when I got home, I opened the plastic “urn” that they had given me ( I was prepared for this because my Dad was cremated) and I lifted the plastic bag a little ways out of that plastic box, and thought to myself…”Is that all that is left?”  A natural question given the circumstances, but of course as believers, we know that it is not all that is left. The Word of God makes it clear that for the one who places his/ or her faith in Christ as Savior, to be absent from the body is to be present with the Lord ( 2 Corinthians 5:6-8). Marilou is not in that box, she is rejoicing in the glorious presence of her redeemer, of Jesus whose face she longed to see.

And while I was driving home with all these thoughts going through my head, and this plastic box in the seat next to me… where she used to sit… my mind went again to that Newsboys song… “In The Hands of God.”…

“In the hands of God, we will fall, rest for the restless, and the weary, hope for the sinner. In the hands of God we stand tall. Hands that are mighty to deliver. giving us freedom… and when all is finished and we face the fearsome power of death, only One has overcome the gates of hell. In the hand of God, we will fall…”
And as I turned the corner toward home, it was as if I was allowing myself to fall… fall into the hands of our wonderful God. We do not mourn as those who have no hope… oh yea, the tears are still filling my eyes even as I write, but I know… it’s ok to fall… fall into the hands of the One who holds all things, and gently catches me. It’s a good thing… to fall… into the hands of God.

It feels good here…
In His hands…