The color of my uncle’s coffin was shinny newly varnished wood. Last Christmas while most people were out shopping my cousins were making their father’s coffin.
It seemed on the day of the burial color was lost from the eyes of my family as grief colored their life instead.
Gray and dismal was the color of the sky while we stood in the cold burying my uncle.
The tears threatened to freeze on our cheeks while we listened to the bagpipes place “Be Still and Know that I am God”.
One year ago today my uncle saw the color of heaven for the first time. It must have been breath taking and indescsribly beautiful first sight. Surely there is nothing beautiful than then the color of seeing your Savior.
Life’s color sometimes bares sadness and pain, but the color awaiting us is only beauty. I have yet to see this color, but somehow I know it's going to be the most beautiful thing ever.
No comments:
Post a Comment