It was three weeks ago, tonight at midnight, that my brother left this earth and joined his Savior in heaven. In the days following his death and during the visitation and funeral, I wept and grieved my brothers passing. Yet there is this underlying feeling that permeates my being and it feels so strange and out of place when I dwell on it. It is a feeling of contentment, contentment and joy.
When he suffered his stroke he was not a follower of Christ. After being awakened from his coma, he told me and others on more than one occasion that God had given him a second chance. A week before he passed from this world to the next he accepted Jesus Christ as his Lord and Savior and told his fiance and my father that he intended to walk again, work again and that he was going to live his life for God.
My heart questions just like others why God would take him now. According to the world, I should be anything but content with the way things turned out. And yet my brother was given the second chance that I asked God for and he accepted it. Because of the promises of God's Word I know that my brother is in heaven with God today.
Would I rather have had more time walking with my brother on this earth as he journeyed here with God? Yes! Would I want him to leave the splendor of where he is now to return to me and my family? Absolutely not!! Does this mean there will be no more tears? No, because I will still miss him, especially as the holidays come around and at different family functions.
Contentment comes from knowing I will see him again. Knowing where he is, brings the joy.
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