My friend Sara went home to Jesus today.
She had a terrible disease. She was 32. She went peacefully and for that, I give thanks.
Death is a terrible thing, and not a friend. We need Jesus. He has prepared a place for us in heaven. He has destroyed the enemy death. He has taken Sara home. Away from the terrible pain, the terrible frozen disease that immobilized her.
I miss her.
I've missed her for a long time, as I haven't seen her in a few years. It was hard when she got sick, being so far away. I wanted to be there for her. To help in some way.
Thoughts and prayers are good, but it's nice to give hugs too.
She was a funny, fantastic person who I spent ridiculous, random adventures with drinking pots of tea, driving the prairies, growing up. She was thoughtful, caring, generous, clever and she loved serving and helping people. She was good at what she did: caring for people. I know many people will miss her. As I think of all of those years where she was a major part of everyday, I weep. She was like a sister and I'm so glad to have known her.
Goodbye, Sara. One day we will meet where there is no death and no crying.
The Lord gives and the Lord takes away. Blessed be the name of the Lord.
