A video for Geoff Moore's version of the Brad Paisley song:
I came across this song last night. My family has decided to bury Danny's remains rather than scatter the ashes when we gather this summer as we had originally planned, so I have been doing research for my Mom for decisions she has to make about urns, urn vaults, and the service.
I read a book a few years ago called "The Sacred Romance" by Brent Curtis and John Eldredge that caused me to think about my role in this story of life very differently. One of the chapters focused on heaven. They talk about how we don't even anticipate or welcome heaven. Life can be so good, so sweet here (especially for us Americans), that we can't imagine that heaven will be so much greater, more beautiful and tasty and without all the pain and tears that accompany this life. A few songs have come out in the last few years that try to grasp this - "Smell the Color Nine" by Chris Rice, and "Imagine" by Mercy Me to name a few.
Even with our ability as humans to think abstractly, to be creative and imaginative, to always desire something "better", we are so limited in our ability to conceive of what things will be like in the Jerusalem Above. Because of that we focus on what we have lost when someone we love dies, or what we will lose when we ourselves die, rather than to think about what is gained. I'm lost in that right now. Grief is not in steps, it is in cycles, and I never know what might set off pain, anger, or tears this week. All of this is NORMAL, though others think that to be "doing okay" when you are grieving means you are smilin' and movin' on!
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