Everything was pretty normal for me this morning. I got up, enjoyed some coffee and toast. Talked to my wife and kids. Grabbed my stuff and headed to the office. Opened up the computer and logged on to Facebook. Pretty normal. Until...
I looked at a post. A post from a friend that dropped my jaw.
Growing up in Cedar Rapids, Iowa, was a highlight of my life. I had a wonderful childhood and made some pretty special friends. I've lost track of many of them, but a few have remained intact. One in particular has remained especially close.
I met him going into the seventh grade. My neighbor had invited our family to visit her church across town and mom agreed to bring us kids along. We weren't your typical church kids but that first visit made a huge impression on me. It was there I met Tim.
We became friends instantly. Hanging out at each other's homes. Eating lunch together at school. Flirting with girls. Causing trouble for our parents. Speaking of parents, I just loved his mom and dad. They loved God, loved their family and loved us friends too.
So when I read that post this morning that his dad passed away, my jaw just dropped. I help people all the time who have lost loved ones but it's a different feeling when it's someone you grew up with. It's a little closer to home.
I know he's in heaven and someday I'll see him again. But until then, there is something to be learned from his life. Something I take away from this is that life is short. It doesn't matter how long a person lives, it always feels not long enough. Also, treasure the moments you have with each other. I have so many fond memories of Tim's dad. Say, "I love you," often and take the time to put your arms around each other.
Praise God that life doesn't end in the grave. Jesus made that possible through His death and resurrection. We have a home in heaven that is waiting for us and one day we will see our loved ones again!
