I am at peace...

there is an understanding in Christ...

that all things on earth will pass away...

but the only thing we can count on is His love...

and we have a home with Him when we are done here...

my dad and I have talked about this many times...

knowing the next time we would ever meet face to face is on the other side...

I know where he is going when he passes from this place...

and there is peace in that...

there is also peace in knowing that we are never given any more than we can bear...

that God loves us and will take care of us here and will come for us when it is our time to cross over...

that what is on the other side is far better than we have here...

that there are far more on the other side waiting for him than he has left here...

I also know it is all in God's time...

and he won't go until God calls him home...

that life does not stop with out last breath...

that it's only the beginning...

that we never stop being who we are...

we just transform into the butterfly we are all meant to be...

and we fly home...

and I will have a peace in knowing that for the first time...

my dad will finally know how much I love him...

and he will take it with him when he goes...

and I will not be sad for him...

I may mourn my loss...

but I will rejoice more at his gain...

because I know death cannot take him from me...

and I know I am not here forever...

and my death will bring us together again...

in God's time...

there is a longing for his suffering and trials to be over...

for him to have no more pain...

for him to be whole...

and for his race to be run...

and I would so love to see his face...

when Jesus says...

Welcome Home...

and there is peace in that...